Buddhadeva Bose (also spelt Buddhadeb Bosu) was a major Bengali writer of the 20th century. Frequently referred to as a poet, he was a versatile writer who wrote novels, short stories, plays and essays in addition to poetry. He was an influential critic and editor of his time. He is recognized as one of the five poets who moved to introduce modernity into Bengali poetry. It has been said that since Tagore, perhaps, there has been no greater talent in Bengali literature.
Buddhadeva Bose (BB) was born in Comilla, Bengal, now in Bangladesh. His ancestral home was in the village of Malkhanagar in the Vikrampur region (in Munshiganj District, Bangladesh). His ... more »
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Buddhadeb Bosu Poems
To a Dead Woman
''I will not forget'- -vows so arrogant life does not forgive. So, let leave vain promises.
Sonnet for Winter, 48
There is nothing out there; draw the curtain close. Those are only to lull you -- grass, dirt, puddle, sky. Not that your potted plant, pet songster are any less false. Fall into yourself, sink into your own black hole.
Now The Battle is Against The World
Now the battle is against the world, this world, with me on one side, on the other your eyes silent, deep; between us the meandering, dizzying path of this world.
Dead are those girls - had breasts like water-lilies; And the pond so cool with grass and moist snails- Small; - but beyond knee-deep water was the storm.
The rains have come, and frogs are full of glee. They sing in chorus, in loud, jubilant voices.
Sonnet, 3 A.M
Only the private is holy; the soft light On the yellowing page of a book, the print Legible as stars on the open page of the sky Or the languid letter you write at midnight to a faraway
Golden apple, is there a reason why you are? After the kiss, striking the air with luster? Or an aspara’s rounded breast, darkened with the rapture And held in the hand of a god whose sight is gone?
To The Seasons
Having overcome the accidents of Winter, Summer, Spring, and the Rains, I welcome at my heart’s evening the void, the null, the absolute zero
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To a Dead Woman
''I will not forget'- -vows so arrogant
life does not forgive. So, let leave vain promises.
A fleeting spark you were, may your liberation spread along
unimagined pathways, the enchantment of your lovely face fade,
fade into the grass, the leaves, the dance of the seasons,
the oceans, the blue of the sky.
In this night, in the solitude of my heart I keep aflame
only these words- -You were here, once you were here.