Icelight
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Icelight, Ranjit Hoskote's eighth collection of poems, enacts the experience of standing at the edge—of a life, a landscape, a world assuming new contours or going up in flames. Yet, the protagonists of these poems also stand at the edge of epiphany. In the title poem, we meet the Neolithic cave-dweller who, dazzled by a shapeshifting nature, crafts the first icon. The 'I' of these poems is not a sovereign 'I'. A questing, questioning voice, it locates itself in the web of life, in relation to the cosmos. In 'Tacet', the speaker asks: "What if I had/ no skin/ Of what/ am I the barometer?" Long committed to the Japanese mono no aware aesthetic, Hoskote embraces talismans, premonitions, fossils: active residues from the previous lives of people and places. Icelight is a book about transitions and departures, eloquent in its acceptance of transience in the face of mortality.
Aubade
Rumours of wind, banners of cloud.
The low earth shakes but the storm
has not arrived. You pack
for the journey, look up, look through
the doors at trees shedding their leaves
too soon, a track on which silk shoes
would be wasted, a moon
still dangling above a boat.
Wearing your salt mask, you face
the mulberry shadows.
The valley into which
you're rappelling
is you.
Artur Domoslawski
Ranjit Hoskote is a poet, cultural theorist, and curator. This year he was honored with the 7th Mahakavi Kanhaiyalal Sethia Poetry Award by the Jaipur Literature Festival. His seven collections of poetry include, Vanishing Acts: New and Selected Poems, Central Time and Jonahwhale (published by Arc in the UK as The Atlas of Lost Beliefs,) which won a Poetry Book Society Summer Recommendation in 2020 and, most recently, Hunchprose. His poems have been translated into German, Hindi, Bengali, Irish Gaelic, Marathi, Swedish, Spanish, and Arabic.
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Icelight - Artur Domoslawski
I
TACET
She stood under a drizzle of copper leaves
mouth opened in a hymn of praise
Voice tacet
Only the chirping of sparrows
heard on the terrace
above the sleeping town
Be opaque
her sisters had said
because this crust
is what will get you through
Standing above the chasm
opened in the eastern rock she thought
What if there was no border
between flesh and light
What if I had
no skin
Of what
am I the barometer?
AUBADE
Rumours of wind, banners of cloud.
The low earth shakes but the storm
has not arrived. You pack
for the journey, look up, look through
the doors at trees shedding their leaves
too soon, a track on which silk shoes
would be wasted, a moon
still dangling above a boat.
Wearing your salt mask, you face
the mulberry shadows.
The valley into which
you’re rappelling
is you.
RETREAT
This floor is wet with the sea’s retreat
A draggled wing
drapes its shadow on the bell tower
Admiral, your telescope!
Hold fast
The storm could have knuckled you to the floor
Voices wash through the sailor’s sleep
He scoops darkness
from darkness
The surveyor continues to look
for a world at the other end
of his spyglass
knowing it’s out there
a distant cousin to the one
that’s blowing up around him
WITNESS
Speak, Earth,
in consolations of dewbud and darkening ray
turning to coal and slate in the cold mineshaft
where I laid my hand
on cryptic passages carved from tidal night
while voices hurried
through the locked air
men with sharpened arrows
Look for him!
I’ve found the seed bed, Earth, I wait for you
to say: It’s time. Let me tell you
why you’re here
ROCK
Now call it rock this edge
between your feet and blue
on a scarp thrust up from the seabed
uma grande onda
the nearest house a mile away
the nearest voices travelling
overhead through cables
tossed from pylon to pylon
Jump and you’ll be one
with all there is to know
the missing piece of the puzzle
joining the Unknown
Its lava magnet heart still casting a field
through moss and bramble
the rock holds you in place
NOOR
i. m. Zarina Hashmi (1937–2020)
Pinpricks of light
in the sky’s black yurt
Looking up from a rutted road
as our clay-spattered boots
make common cause with shovels
and burst tyres
our eyes narrow and widen
to grasp the incoming code
But that light is both marrow and bone
It defeats the gaze
What we’ve lost
reclaims us
Who can translate
its pulse?
SPUR
Am I the boy
who climbed this spur
and laid claim
to the scrubland sweating
in its shade?
What coiled through me
and sheared into space?
A memory of colours churning wet
obsidian saffron jade
transmitted from other lives
Have I stood here before?
TRIGGER
i. m. Devapayya Nadkarni
Let’s assume
I was that man with a bolt-action rifle
and a physician’s split-handle bag
heir to soldiers of fortune
who left his