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The Sun

All colours come from the sun. And it does not have
Any particular colour, for it contains them all.
And the whole Earth is like a poem
While the sun above represents the artist.

Whoever wants to paint the variegated world
Let him never look straight up at the sun
Or he will lose the memory of things he has seen.
Only burning tears will stay in his eyes.

Let him kneel down, lower his face to the grass,
And look at the light reflected by the ground.
There he will find everything we have lost:
The stars and the roses, the dusks and the dawns.

Warsaw, 1943, Czeslaw Milosz

The Sun, Kaushalya Bannerji, July 2020
Night Rose, Kaushalya Bannerji, June 2020
ForgetMeNots, Kaushalya Bannerji, June 2020
Stars and Angels, Kaushalya Bannerji, December 2019
May Twilight, Kaushalya Bannerji, May 2020

By Red Balloon

I am a chronically ill queer artist and writer. I have a number of degrees in higher education and have spent most of my life interested and active in social movements against racism, militarism, misogyny and homophobia. Over the course of my life, I have worked in the world of alternate news, translation, law, teaching, and with progressive cultures, music, poetry, performers, and artists. I speak and understand a few languages and plan to share media in them on this blog. I am a poetry, art, music, and nature lover with an especial fondness for cats!

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