Rothko in Mumbai
Rothko's reds
pulse into life
his greys and blacks
are also seen
by tired eyes
welcoming sleep
If I could
I'd parachute
Rothko's canvases
into Mumbai
obliterate
the scarlet spatter
across the lobby
of the Taj Palace Hotel
I wrote this poem on November 27, 2008, when the Mumbai attacks were still continuing (in London time) after visiting the Rothko exhibition at the Tate Modern. In February 2011, I visited Chabad House, now being restored, bullet holes still in the wall, police officers standing outside.
Rothko's reds
pulse into life
his greys and blacks
are also seen
by tired eyes
welcoming sleep
If I could
I'd parachute
Rothko's canvases
into Mumbai
obliterate
the scarlet spatter
across the lobby
of the Taj Palace Hotel
I wrote this poem on November 27, 2008, when the Mumbai attacks were still continuing (in London time) after visiting the Rothko exhibition at the Tate Modern. In February 2011, I visited Chabad House, now being restored, bullet holes still in the wall, police officers standing outside.
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