Leeladhar Jagoori

May 30, 2024 | scroll.in | Leeladhar Jagoori |Matt Reeck

crossing the bridge of the fresh grain’s sweet scent I’ll come to you just as soon as you accept my words I’ll come to you like the cloud that approaches the mountain summit and swallows it only those whose heads are raised will be able to see it I want to come to the desert inside your mind I’ll come but not like barbarians do and not like a bullet striking its target I’ll come I’ll come like new life comes to a beaten down exhausted soul that woman said nothing to that man to make him hate...

May 16, 2024 | poetryfoundation.org | Leeladhar Jagoori |Matt Reeck |Janani Ambikapathy

By Leeladhar Jagoori Translated By Matt Reeck In “Inter-India Mail,” originally published just after the Indian Emergency, Hindi poet Leeladhar Jagoori (b. 1940) writes: don’t put anything in this letter not your thoughts not your memories don’t put anything in this letternothing about your friends no sadness no complaints no promise to get together The poem appears in Jagoori’s debut collection, What of the Earth Was Saved (originally published in 1977), now in translation by Matt Reeck.