Shuhrid Shahidullah

 

Shuhrid-Shahidullah

photo: Peter Dietzel

 

(Bangladesh)

 

 
English translations by the author

 

 

 

Similarity

 

I am not like those who weep

after a nightmare.

 

I am like their weeping.

 

 

 

Eraser

 

That memory you left in the sea

was erased in zero gravity

People whispered it to one another

After so many days, a mother in her revisit,

found an eraser of her lost daughter

How many days ago,

Whose daughter

Why did she leave her favourite eraser before she went missing

The make-shift shell market was submerged in these FAQs*

You were sitting under that market and left your mark at the sunset

 

Today that mark is lost in ¾ water

And the eraser erased ¼ of it including you with all your roots.

 

(FAQ = Frequently Asked Question)

 

 

 

Identity

 

Into your belly I insert a feather of a ruthless bird

That simple sign of mine you carry to the world ─ where

the reincarnated dogs watch

the under-aged pregnant girls

 

One of them is my mother

One of them is called Bird

I am her secret feather

 

 

 

Study

 

There trembles the infancy of birds when the night screams

It rains in my land after the civil war ─

And washes away the guidebook of how to read brail;

A blind man,

alone,

in the search of another blind man,

walks miles but only finds his own epitaph

And reads it touching it with his lips

 

Feathers of birds fly in the line of windy-trench,

The wet flag of peace trembles at the scream of nights

 

 

 

The Jungle Story

 

Hearing the groaning of a tigress, every time,

I put my hands on your breasts

 

I feel like a stranger;

In an unprotected forest

across the line of an undecided borderland;

Leaving the bullet-pierced body of my sister

hanging on the barbwire ─

I have come to collect the roadmap

for carrying her body back

 

But, once I arrive, I fall asleep putting my hands on your breasts

while my bullet-pierced sister lies asleep in you and

a solar-jungle is rising from her sleep;

Trees are raising their heads; so are the animals and birds

And with my head low, I am immersing myself

in the clay ─ in a swamped, bloody jungle ─

leaving my fingerprint on your breasts

calling you as an eye-witness ─ O, you matricide!

 

 

 

Tiger

 

You’re a tiger; yet, I often think of you as a photocopy

of it ─ sleeping on an A4 size paper;

Your soul splattered under the cheap ink.

You will never wake up. Neighborhood boys

haunt you in your dreams; girls who loved you from a distance ─

some of them are now in red light districts waiting for a tiger or

its cub

to bring them back home.

You hear them singing their evening prayers ─

in your dreams;

You never wake up …

 

You are a tiger; yet, I often think of you as a photocopy

of it ─ sleeping on an A4 size paper; on the other side of which

a draft report on a wild life survey is getting printed.

 

 

 

The Walk            

 

Some people walk

with their coffins on their backs;

 

Some people walk in the shadows

of those coffins and coffin bearers.

 

The precarious others, as they are to start too,

still sleep in their graves for a siesta

before the next walk.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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BIO

Shuhrid Shahidullah (born 1975 in Kushtia, Bangladesh) is one of the freshest and most powerful voices in Bengali poetry in the new millennium. He has published four collections of poems. The first, An Autobiography of God, was published in India in 2001. His poems and other writings are part of his ‘movement’ against the literary and cultural establishments. Shirdanra (Backbone), a little magazine he co-edits, has become an influential platform for the young and avant-garde writers in Bangladesh. He also translates regularly from works of world literature. Lately, he has translated and published a dossier on the ‘90s generation of Romanian poets along with other European contemporary poets. His major translation into Bengali is Letters to A Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke.

For a while now, Shuhrid has been collaborating with German poet Eva-Maria Berg and writer Siglind Bruhn on his upcoming bilingual (English/German) anthology. Similarly, French poet Marilyne Bertoncini is translating his poems into French for a planned (English/French) anthology.

Shuhrid was invited to present his poems in the Paris International poetry festival in 2014. Recently, his poems have appeared in the Paris-based journal La Traductière, and in http://www.recoursaupoeme.fr. His projects in progress include a translation of ‘The House Made of Razor Blades’ by French poet Linda Maria Baros and an anthology of poems by Eva-Maria Berg. He has also been invited to work with La Traductière as an Associate Editor.

 

 

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