all codes lead to roam

O my bloggerissimo, newlyweddeth and one to cook up a savory soup now and ayum, this blogger doth muchly say a door a bell of the following poem and did think to pass on to ye, in the case that ye missed Poetry Daily of yester yore:

"Darling & Me" by Daljit Nagra.

The barman’s bell been dinging
so I mobile the Mississ,
putting some gas on the cooker
I must soon be coming!

Downing drinks, I zigzag
home for Pakeezah CD.
Dancing in the lounge together
until she runs for my roti.

I tell her of poor Jimmy John,
his girlfriend — wearing apron
she bring on a plate to pub
his meat pie and dry white

potato! Shouting at him:
Heeya, eaht yor pukkin dinnaaah!
Then leave him tinkling
his glass of Guinness.

We say we could never eat
in publicity like that, if
when we did, wife may need
a punch in the smack.

I pull her into me — look,
like this — my fist is on
her chin, my free hand
is tickling her neck.

Giggling, she fall to the lino
til I catch her in a forearm!
Darling is so happy with us
for six quick married month,

that every night, though by day
we work factory-hard, she always
have drumstick in the pot.
Hot. Waiting for me.


                   Pakeezah – soundtrack to the Bollywood film
                                          of the same name
                                 Roti – Punjabi proverbial for dinner



Did even more so admire his "Singh Song" at Poetry International.

My bloggerissimo, you'll notice, especially in "Singh Song" Nagra's use of dialectesque/phonetic spellings that recall for this blogger reading Maurice Manning and John Berryman. Unlike Manning and Berryman, Nagra shares with the New York school an overt appreciation for the daily as marvelous and the right-now as sacred. For this blogger, Nagra's reverence for the quotidian makes his insistence on the words as they're heard in the moment feel necessary to the poem's project.