Image by Jackie Morris.What is needed is a sudden turn
leaving the swift hand that plucks
butterflies out of the air
gaping at a loss.
The others exist pale and ghostly as stars
brought to brief life by
a total eclipse of the sun.
But I cannot change my course now;
can the leopard unspin its leap in midair?
Moreover, they may still be wrong.
She can yet appear.
Cream rises only
if one lets boinling milk stand and cool.
Binoy Majumdar
Posted over on Poems & Poetics
Translated by Jyotirmoy Datta
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