Poetry by Rehan Qayoom
Just Come out with It for the World
"I conjured you in my poem with a sigh
and grafted you to water, fire, and trees."
~ Forugh Farrokhzad, 'Reborn'. Tr. Sholeh Wolpe.
Just come out with it for the world
To give reason to
Perfect beauty
Art outside Art
By ripping the heart out from the heart
Of the delight of night
Into the heart of art
You will never be
A distant memory
Because you stole my soul
'To heal the hole'
"I conjured you in my poem with a sigh
and grafted you to water, fire, and trees."
~ Forugh Farrokhzad, 'Reborn'. Tr. Sholeh Wolpe.
Just come out with it for the world
To give reason to
Perfect beauty
Art outside Art
By ripping the heart out from the heart
Of the delight of night
Into the heart of art
You will never be
A distant memory
Because you stole my soul
'To heal the hole'
Time Is a Place
"The 'now' of this space-time has only the dimensions of the vanishing moment, emerging from the causal past and disappearing forever into the future. That is to say: there is nothing Present. In the space-time of literal matter, the past is passed, the future is not yet, and the present is Absence. And so there really is nothing—"
~ Tom Cheetham. The World Turned Inside Out. (Spring Journal, 2003). 135.
Time is a place
I lost, you lost
Time is a place
It is easy to be wild about afterwards, a ghostwatcher
Time is a rapture
Technocratic, sinister
Time is an antiphony, oracular, opalescent
Lemniscatorial, quiescent
Time is a scripture of fun occluded
From me, from you
Wript, wrapt
Crow speak
Time was a place – A closure
Now there is no time
"The 'now' of this space-time has only the dimensions of the vanishing moment, emerging from the causal past and disappearing forever into the future. That is to say: there is nothing Present. In the space-time of literal matter, the past is passed, the future is not yet, and the present is Absence. And so there really is nothing—"
~ Tom Cheetham. The World Turned Inside Out. (Spring Journal, 2003). 135.
Time is a place
I lost, you lost
Time is a place
It is easy to be wild about afterwards, a ghostwatcher
Time is a rapture
Technocratic, sinister
Time is an antiphony, oracular, opalescent
Lemniscatorial, quiescent
Time is a scripture of fun occluded
From me, from you
Wript, wrapt
Crow speak
Time was a place – A closure
Now there is no time
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Rehan Qayoom is a poet of English and Urdu, editor, translator and archivist, educated at Birkbeck College, University of London. He has featured in numerous literary publications and performed his work internationally. He lives in London.
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