POETS OF THE MONTH DAY 12 & 13: Yasmin Ladha & Margarita Feliciano

For Poetry Month, I’d like to bring to your attention poets that I’ve loved.

Today, it’s Kuldip Gill and Margarita Feliciano:

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A profile on the late poet: http://www.sikhchic.com/poetry/canada_loses_accomplished_poet_academic_kuldip_kaur_gill

http://www.openbooktoronto.com/sheniz_j/blog/kuldip_gill

Her poetry:

Ghazal 1
by Kuldip Gill
You smell impure, she says of women. She eats its ashes—
the fire flies in all directions. Her lips burn. There are no children.

Not yet fifteen. Lured to cross the kala pani. The penalty
ten linked chains and a cacophony of imbeciles: indenture.

Into whose paradises, whose hells? The white seers, blue sugar canes.
Fijians in the kava ritual drunk beyond apparent logic, mockery’s fair game.

The evil ‘lines’ and the rarity of women.
Caan and Abel without rival. Fiji jungles of Methodists.

The farm life, a meld of caste, fish in boxes, those ‘tins’. Nadala leaves.
Large bunches of dried grasses, to keep head lice from the bed.

A toddler tied to her mother’s cot, kept from the well
by the reach of her invalid’s switch. A father lives a spell, tourist hells.

Her books: https://library.ryerson.ca/asianheritage/authors/gill_kuldip/

http://www.nightwoodeditions.com/title/DharmaRasa

http://49thshelf.com/Books/V/Valley-Sutra

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Margarita-Feliciano_Inauguracion_Festival

A profile on her: http://myglendon.yorku.ca/monglendon.nsf/GLNewsE/6AA49CB0457E73BB85257507005C908A?OpenDocument

Her poetry:

Path 

by Margarita Feliciano (translated by Martin Boyd)

I have left this place that your prayer points towards,
the shining ring of time still flickering on my hand.
I have carved out a path that crosses the rock,
I move on slowly, I lean on my staff.
Upon the blank horizon I can make out the clouds
Stretching out across the sky like a velvet pier.
The sea lightning flashes its burning turquoise,
there are flying fish that rise up from the waters.
I continue on my path with my slow-moving step
Vestiges and memories have all been left behind.
I have left behind forgotten my white wedding gown
for the place so sublime that your prayer points towards.

Her book: http://www.amazon.com/Margarita-Feliciano/e/B001KCF9MG

Enjoy more poetry and walk the talk.

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