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Two New Poems By U.S. Dhuga

I am very glad to offer you two new poems from the Anglo-Indian poet U.S Dhuga this bright, crisp London morning a week before Christmas. Dhuga is a classical philologist, and classical music critic. He received his PhD (2006), MPhil (2005), and MA (2002) in Classics from Columbia University. Professor of Classics at Calvin College, Dhuga is also the founder, publisher, and managing editor of The Battersea Review. His recent book entitled Choral Identity and the Chorus of Elders in Greek Tragedy was published through Harvard University's Center for Hellenic Studies in the series "Greek Studies: Interdisciplinary Approaches" (Lexington Books, 2011).

Rue Sedaine Insomnia

Up at six and 'us'
Fills the space that sleepless leaves.
Fall's precipitous.



Herringbone

This morning breakers off of Polzeath shore
aren't breaking as they broke before
those hours which we spent ashore alone
and watched the rippled herringbone
the dinghies left behind them
as they went away the way the trouser-hem
of ocean goes away from Polzeath shore
then brings the dinghies back ashore:

the way that I can rest assured
that you will go away once more
and leave me on the shore alone
but come back in an inverse herringbone
so neat and arrowed and intent
as Ocean's made-to-measure argument. 


poems published online with permission of the poet.

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Unknown said…
really great poem it is! for this Christmas.i like this stuff presented by this posting.
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