Vikram Seth

(20 June 1952 - / Kolkata / India)

Comments about Vikram Seth

  • Rookie Vartika Raj (6/7/2013 3:58:00 AM)

    most diligent and versatile poet of the century. I not only admire his poems, i feel the love the poet inside as well.
    Wish I could just meet him once. But the desire to desire the desired is usually undesirable

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  • Rookie Vineet Chhikara (5/27/2013 6:31:00 AM)

    poem lovers... check out my poems...

  • Rookie Smita John (2/14/2013 9:06:00 PM)

    SETH'S POEMS ARE SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL AND PACKED WITH KNOWLEDGE AND AT THE SAME TIME THOUGHT PROVOKING.

  • Rookie Andrew Ross (7/6/2012 1:53:00 AM)

    He is a great poet and I am a great fan of his poems. Thank You.
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  • Rookie Charme Robarts (6/30/2012 11:53:00 PM)

    how true this poem is.

  • Veteran Poet - 1,800 Points Sayeed Abubakar (5/30/2012 11:46:00 AM)

    Dear poet, I translated some of your poems in Bangla and were published in Bangla Newspaper here. My e-mail is: sayeed_jh@yahoo.com

  • Rookie Moushumi moushumi (11/26/2008 7:04:00 AM)

    I'm desperately waiting to see that Vikram Seth takes part in Poem Hunter at least to teach something about poetry writing to me. I'm truly stirred by his works.

  • Rookie - 5 Points Vikram Aarella - The Poem Shooter (5/18/2006 1:16:00 PM)

    I really loved Vikram Seth, s poetry, i am looking forward to read some of his biooks.

  • Rookie Ankan Kazi (5/9/2006 4:44:00 AM)

    Vikram Seth is one of the best poets in India now. Simply beautiful.

Best Poem of Vikram Seth

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.

Read the full of All You Who Sleep Tonight

Progress Report

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
All truant clouds; watch squads of cattle graze
By the radio-telescope; blue-battered jays
Flash raucous squaking by my swivelling head
While squirrels sine-wave past over the dead
Oak-leaves, and not miss you_although I may

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