Poems by Nissim Ezekiel
The Patriot
... Friends, Romans, Countrymen, I am saying (to myself) ...
Philosophy
... That dies of cold to find the truth it brings ...
The Hill
... wild flowers force themselves towards the sun ...
The Professor
... You won't believe but I have eleven grandchildren ...
Jewish Wedding in Bombay
... bridegroom. I remember the breaking of the glass and the congregation ...
Night of the Scorpion
... With every movement that the scorpion made his poison moved in Mother's blood, they said ...
Minority Poem
... her guests die visibly in her arms ...
Poet, Lover, Birdwatcher
... The slow movement seems, somehow, to say much more ...
