Bruce celebrates the beauty of Ganges, in Benares (Varanasi), in his two poems here. In the first poem, he is speechless by the magnificence of the river as mother. In the second poem, an ancient oarsman reveals the many mysteries. While temples rise and fall, Ganges flows on.
Ganges Satori
ere is so much beauty here My eyes cannot absorb Nor tongue describe The Ganges at Benares Mother calling to her sidlings Chiding Come along now Get in step with Mother Ganges.
Oarsman
Creaking oarlocks take us out Into the pale fog mist This holy river Ganges Ancient oarsman rowing Slowly . . . without effort Drifting with the current Muddy vein of life Unending Mother of the world. Great cities come and go along her shore He tells me Mighty temples rise up over centuries Adoring God Then fall to earth Forsaken by him As this water Passes by Forever.
Picture design Anumita Roy
Bruce Louis Dodson is an American expat living in Borlänge, Sweden, where he writes fiction and poetry. Some of his most recent work has appeared in: Foreign & Far Away – Writers Abroad Anthology, Sleeping Cat Books – Trip of a Lifetime Anthology, Northern Liberties Review, Pirene’s Fountain, Tic Toc, and Storm Cycle Anthologies – Kind of a Hurricane Press, Vine Leaves, and Cordite Poetry Review.
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