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high mimetic poetry presents a hero superior to other men but not superior to natural or social environment

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ANJANA BASU

Three Green Leaves


Three green leaves in the mud:
Mud stains her cheeks and her lips,
Crumpled with rain,
Won't bleed into a sunset fire tonight.
Rain mists her cobweb hair
Diamond dewdrop-wise - jewels
In an early morning sun.
Grey water now.
She has washed the smell of sunshine from her hair
And turned to rain -
Summer won't come again.

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ANJANA BASU introduces us to the terse poetry of SHALINI RAO from Mombai (Bombay) India



SHALINI RAO
Oedipus

Mother, I want to curl up in your womb And not be born. Mother, don't push me.

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