Monday, December 2, 2013

Bastard

I wish my mother had been a whore
and slept with men of all lands,
so that I might have drunk the nectar
of Basavanna, of Tagore, of Basho
of Kalidasa, of Victor Hugo
of all the poets
from their own hands
instead of going about
with the begging bowl
of my unsullied birth.

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