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  237.     

A House For Four

A house for four

What is it? a house for four
A dingy looking thing
Are there windows? none

What is it? a house for four
Such a palace
Are there greetings? none

What is it? a house for four
Why the space is so small
Is there privacy? none

What is it? a house for four
A dozen creeps could be creeping there
Is there any trust? none

Don't judge me for mine
Poor fool i wont
Even give you the time

Are you judging me?
Your quite the choir
With a cracking voice

And
A tall house that falls
To scrutiny

A house for four and
A house for four
A people of choir and
A people of poor

Do you not recognize
The stains are yours?

A house is not a house
Unless there is more

More and more
Sometimes less is more
 
Deci Hernandez

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  238.     

In This House

in this house
where you've been
what you've seen
were the windows

in this house
where you've been
what you've seen
were the doors

in this house
where you've sat
what you ate
was your food

in this house
where you've sat
what you ate
was the word

in this house
where you stood
what you could
something say

in this house
you could open
windows doors clapping wings
in this house
you could open
soul that heaven upward sings
 
Miroslava Odalovic

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  239.     

My House

My house will never stand,
where the wild curlew plucks the wind,
and eyes can clutch the evanescent outline
of eternal hills.

My house will never stand,
upon broad-terraced Tuscan slopes,
where stark, untilled lie burnt Siena hectares
of lost artists’s ground.

My house will never stand,
above the secret valley’s floor,
with corbels carved to bear, silenced, the beauty
of brave, tumbled walls.

My house will never stand,
re-built upon the loch-side cliff,
to claim Blabhen’s sunset and moon-path over
galley-absent seas.

For where my house will stand,
rests not on Minto’s snooty crag,
nor Pius’s parade of earthly fortune –
proud, false footings both;

And where my house will stand,
is ground that Puivert could not hold,
nor Dun Scaith’s stones reincarnate as idyll –
times – spoiled as its walls.

My house will only stand
where passing people pass not on,
and brief lives sieze, for their eternal moments,
strongholds on my heart.
 
Nigel Stuart

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  240.     

The Safe House

I'm compelled to live in such a house
Where I'm forbidden to say 'I like it not'
Though I feel aghast to live in here.

Such a safe house I live in
Where I'm destined to live and suffer
But cannot weep.
I must avoid eye contact with others
Lest I should expose my pains inconclusive.
In this house everyday at dawn
My longings are slaying and before evening descends
The pallid corpses are buried on its courtyard.

My deep sighs break the silence of the safe house
All other sounds are inconspicuous within and without the house.
Every night I go to bed trepidation,
And with the same feelings I wake up,
While awake, I subject my own shadow to a monologue.

I'm caught unawares by the invasion of a venomous snake,
Hurtling wrath and loathing, squirms all over my body
And hiss: Be off transcending boundaries
Hush-hush escape to a far off quaint land
Towards the impassable mountains.
While creeping around the shadow, the serpent demands:
Get lost forever.

Friends, do pray for me
For my safe exit, from the safe house,
Pray for my lucky sojourn,
Once in safety in an unsafe house.

[This poem was written while Taslima was forced to live in confinement in an undisclosed location in Delhi from 22 November 2007 to 19 March 2008. Sujal Bhattacharya translated this poem from her book PRISONERS POEMS]
 
Taslima Nasrin

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