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Amrutlal<\/strong> *<\/strong><\/p>\n With green ink, sometimes with red, But Amrutlal lived a long life. he saw the birth of his Collected Poems<\/em>. Udayan Thakker<\/strong>, India<\/p>\n Translation Udayan Thakker \u2013 Stanley Barkan<\/em><\/p>\n * Name of a person. (Literally, ‘Immortal.’)<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Amrutlal * With green ink, sometimes with red, Amrutlal would very carefully, in neat handwriting, write down his poems in a leather-bound diary. Sometimes he had a nightmare that he died of the plague, that his poems were never published not even found. But Amrutlal lived a long life. (He was my friend.) During his […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4600,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_wp_rev_ctl_limit":""},"categories":[34],"tags":[42],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4599"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4599"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4599\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4603,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4599\/revisions\/4603"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4600"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4599"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4599"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4599"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nAmrutlal would very carefully, in neat handwriting,
\nwrite down his poems
\nin a leather-bound diary.
\nSometimes he had a nightmare
\nthat he died of the plague,
\nthat his poems were never published
\nnot even found.<\/p>\n
\n(He was my friend.)
\nDuring his lifetime,<\/p>\n
\nBut he also saw them
\nage and die.<\/p>\n