Request for a new book * Title: Hereafter * Author name: Sabitha Satchi * ISBN: 9788194315735 * Publisher: Paperwall Publishing * Publication Date Year: 2021 * Publication Date Month: August * Publication Date Day: 1 * Page count: 98 * Format: Paperback * Description: Hereafter is astonishing as a first volume, each poem adroitly handled with the freshness of youth and the ability only maturity grants. It could stand out with the best poetry on equal terms . I found each poem tightly structured, with not a word out of place. Only a gifted poet assured of her abilities would attempt to ‘tease the contours of a poetic line… to coax it out of its taut shell.’ Stuck in my memory are the lines from an anti war poem:
where every supper could be the last / where every candle is lit for the dead / where every prayer is a cry of the living / where every string is tuned to a requiem.
-Keki N. Daruwalla
Sophisticated, intelligent poetry for an international readership, marked by a flair for history and genuine compassion for sentient beings. Sabitha is as much at home with the ordinary as she is with
the bizarre:
At two at night
a bloated Lord Krishna
floats up, dead
in the Yamuna.
One is not likely to forget such lines in a hurry. What a debut! Where does she go from here? I’m already looking forward to her next book.
* Title: Hereafter
* Author name: Sabitha Satchi
* ISBN: 9788194315735
* Publisher: Paperwall Publishing
* Publication Date Year: 2021
* Publication Date Month: August
* Publication Date Day: 1
* Page count: 98
* Format: Paperback
* Description:
Hereafter is astonishing as a first volume, each poem adroitly handled with the freshness of youth and the ability only maturity grants. It could stand out with the best poetry on equal terms . I found each poem tightly structured, with not a word out of place. Only a gifted poet assured of her abilities would attempt to ‘tease the contours of a poetic line… to coax it out of its taut shell.’ Stuck in my memory are the lines from an anti war poem:
where every supper could be the last / where every candle is lit for the dead / where every prayer is a cry of the living / where every string is tuned to a requiem.
-Keki N. Daruwalla
Sophisticated, intelligent poetry for an international readership, marked by a flair for history and genuine compassion for sentient beings. Sabitha is as much at home with the ordinary as she is with
the bizarre:
At two at night
a bloated Lord Krishna
floats up, dead
in the Yamuna.
One is not likely to forget such lines in a hurry. What a debut! Where does she go from here? I’m already looking forward to her next book.
-Gabriel Rosenstock
* Language: English
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