BY JAN HAAG

INTRODUCTION + POETRY + ESSAYS + MUSIC + TRAVEL + FICTION + TEXTILE ART






DIALOGUE IN BANARAS

4-2-00


Think about this, my dear.
I can't think very clearly.

Suddenly you hear...
Hear what, my dear?

Is it the wind you hear?
I think it is fear

crying in bastions, in towers.
Cowering with fear, my dear?

Whose fear, my dear?
The river flows with tears,

the sun glints as grains of sand.
Whose tears, by dear?

The grit in the wind blows.
I am afraid, I cower.

Walk the steps, my dear.
I step into the river

and die -
As smoke toward the sky.






Copyright © 2000 Jan Haag
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Jan Haag may be reached via e-mail: jhaag@u.washington.edu




THE DEVAYANI POEMS

Father

Feeding Frenzy

Gifts

India

Interstellar Space, 7-5-97

Lung-gom-pas

Micro Paleontology

Nothing

Point of View, 7-5-97

The Roaring Silence of God, 4-3-95

Roots

Ryoanji

Silence

Solstice, 12-21-97

Steady Drizzle

Two Tomatoes



BY JAN HAAG


POETRY + MUSIC + ESSAYS + TRAVEL + FICTION + TEXTILE ART

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO