Aryanil Mukherjee

Whose Feathers Float


a complete warmth in some corner of the wood

surrounds the rice-barn

when the leafy hum stops, tree-spirits don't even crawl

which white feathers did the forgotten nest call?


one, two, three

what does it search? the wooden muse?

who's seen this child's mom?


the maiden snow turns solid

seizes our fruitful return, lowers the heat

looks for specks in the thin wood's neighbors

alight on their speeches, windows


apple leaves beside their magnolia graves

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LYRICIZING NON-LYRICAL REALITY
An interview with Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Aryanil Mukherjee

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