Vikram Seth is an Indian poet, novelist, travel writer, librettist, children's writer, biographer and memoirist.
Born and Early Life
Vikram Seth was born to Leila and Prem Seth in Calcutta (now Kolkata). His family lived in many cities including the Bata Shoe Company town of Batanagar, Danapur near Patna, and in London.
His younger brother, Shantum, leads Buddhist meditational tours. His younger sister, Aradhana, is a film-maker married to an Austrian diplomat, and has worked on Deepa Mehta's movies Earth and Fire. (Compare the characters Haresh, Lata, Savita and two of the Chatterji siblings in A Suitable Boy: Seth has been candid in acknowledging that ... more »
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Vikram Seth Poems
All You Who Sleep Tonight
All you who sleep tonight Far from the ones you love, No hand to left or right And emptiness above -
Round and Round
After a long and wretched flight That stretched from daylight into night, Where babies wept and tempers shattered And the plane lurched and whiskey splattered
Since for me now you have no warmth to spare I sense I must adopt a sane and spare Philosophy to ease a restless state
I will be easy company; the blur Of what I longed for once will fade to space.
To make love with a stranger is the best. There is no riddle and there is no test. -- To lie and love, not aching to make sense
What can I say to you? How can I retract All that that fool my voice has spoken - Now that the facts are plain, the placid surface cracked, The protocols of friendship broken?
With no companion to my mood, Against the wind as it should be
Sunday night in the house. The blinds drawn, the phone dead. The sound of the kettle, the rain. Supper: cheese, celery, bread.
Let me now sleep, let me not think, let me Not ache with inconsistent tenderness. It was untenable delight; we are free-- Separate, equal--and if loverless,
The Frog and The Nightingale
Once upon a time a frog Croaked away in Bingle Bog Every night from dusk to dawn He croaked awn and awn and awn
My need has frayed with time; you said it would. It has; I can walk again across the flood Of gold sil popples on the straw-gold hills Under a deep Californian sky that expels
A Style Of Loving
Light now restricts itself To the top half of trees; The angled sun Slants honey-coloured rays
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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Edgar Allan Poe
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All You Who Sleep Tonight
All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or right
And emptiness above -
Know that you aren't alone
The whole world shares your tears,
Some for two nights or one,
And some for all their years.