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and the heavenly
doors had left
their frames. We first sent
birds; they came back
blind. They said it was the sun
rebelling. Then: here, tomorrow’s
flesh. So we hugged
the birds until we became
them, imagined doors
and not needing them.
TRANSLATION
Translated from Bengali by Arunava Sinha
ESSAY
FEAR, the most horrible and barbaric fear. It had talons and wings and bore its fangs into each of us. It bled out veins. It was parasitic . . .
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Mountain goats have climbed their way hoof and tail apart to the tallest
peaks and leaped with lockets of an old man’s beard. They say the
goats that make the leap and survive, the ones that make it
across to land on the other cliff, get their shadows get turned into clouds.
