Bangla Kobita AbrittiKobita: PraktanKobi: Joy GoswamiAbritti: DiyaBengali Poetry Recitationprakton/praktan by Joy. Browse through Joy Goswami’s poems and quotes. 23 poems of Joy Goswami. Still I Rise, The Road Not Taken, If You Forget Me, Dreams, Annabel Lee. The film, quite self-consciously, structures itself like a Goswami poem, and how Goswami single-handedly changed the readership of Bangla poetry; two.

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He met young poets at book fairs and when they told him their names, he would quote their own poetry at them, and ask, “So you are the poet who wrote these lines? One important example is the poem “Nando’s mother” “Nando-r Ma”in which a young woman named Priyobala Das migrates from East Pakistan to Kolkata to work as a maid.

This brought his immediate bwngla acclaim and so long after his first poetry collection was published, named Christmas o Sheeter Sonnetguchchho Sonets of Christmas and Winter. First, stop making her anonymous—that seems to be Goswami’s dictum. Goswami turned sixty this year, and to celebrate his life in poetry, a ggoswami called Joy at Sixty was produced by Sumit Das.

Your name is very familiar here. His family moved to Ranaghat, West Bengal shortly after and he has lived there ever since. Joy Goswami was born on November 10, in Kolkata. By this time he was already writing poetry. Over the last few days an old house nearby was torn down. But by the time I was in college in the mid s, Goswami had become an everyday saint for my friends in the Bangla department. He finds it everywhere—the madness of tradition and the madness of individual talent.


The perfect gift for your loved ones. Goswami’s formal education stopped early, in grade eleven.

If you tell her, she’ll carry them to your doorstep. At college functions, his words rang out from loudspeakers, finding their way into the popular consciousness. We do not consider you so weak as a poet. In towns across the globe Car-bombs explode—abandoned briefcases, parked scooters Explode—every day flakes are flung off the body of the earth— around the slab those aren’t shards of stone, they’re rows of dead bodies Their hands and feet torn [ Now available across the EU!


Even if nobody else “calls her by name,” he will. Trampling on space That dark girl walks on [ The superstar who enticed us to buy the theatre tickets was Joy Goswami, arguably Bengal’s most loved and popular poet. As I read through Sampurna Chattarji’s affectionate and efficient translation of this selection of Goswami’s poems, I was grateful to her for having preserved that madness; for, while sanity might bind us as a community, it is the specificity of our madness that makes us unique.

I was inspired to look up the Bangla when I encountered the expression “worry-water” in the poem “Escape Route,” and to find out what had given birth to the English expression” mygoodness!

All this is seen through geological time, one of the constants of Goswami’s poetry and prosethrough “supernovas bursting like bubbles” and so on, until we reach the breath-stopping last line: Once he’s done It’ll be fit to grind spices on. But my favourite Goswami poems are the paglithe poems about the madwoman: In this house If anyone loses anything, let Olu know.

Do you like this poet? The film is about a man who is terribly and stereotypically a ‘poet’: The mad will roam again, looking for A drowned world rage sorrow seared Ashes, Burnt by the Sun.

For it is at this point in the poem that the poet turns Olu into someone who is no longer chained by misplaced household items. Goswami’s work is rarely described as feminist, and yet it is undeniably so—especially in his poems about the natural world, in which he refuses to follow the old nature-as-woman trope, prakriti. Goswami was introduced to and encouraged with respect to poetry by his father, a well-known political worker in the area. In our times, that will almost immediately be understood as something akin to androgyny, but that is not exactly what I mean.


They were, in their different ways, dragging the epic into narratives of dailiness, writing about a thousand Mrs.

Joy Goswami

I have brought the sacrificial goat I have brought the sacrificial goat To the heap joyy grass, leaves and bark He has forgotten his last beheading But round his neck garland-like hangs a mark Read the full of I have brought the sacrificial goat.

Madwoman, with you I’ll spend a fearful life [my translation] No matter how many times I read these poems, I am always left asking myself two disturbing questions: And then there is his most famous madwoman poem, not included in this collection. Now known as Kabir Suman, Chattopadhyay is a songwriter, a singer, and Bengal’s only public intellectual with a guitar.

But sorrowfully I have to say, here the translation of your poems presented in Poemhunter is really very weak. He wrote for several magazines, not all of them established or well-known. In keeping with his affinity for casting commercial ‘stars’ in his films, a business decision he does not hesitate to admit, Ghosh cast Bengal’s most popular actor, Prosenjit Chatterjee, as the poet Indranil.

The poems “Hamida” and “Olu”, translated by Sampurna Chattarji in Harper Perennial’s new volume of Goswami’s selected works, are manifestos for writing about the kinds of women who are usually left out of history.

Goswami writes in Bengali and is widely gowwami as one of the most important Bengali poets of his generation. But most Bengalis of my generation did not go to see toswami film for Chatterjee’s bqngla. What he does not say is that this was also the moment when a new India was being created: Sumana Roy writes from Siliguri, a small town in sub-Himalayan Bengal.