The prompt for day 26 was to perform an erasure on a poem. Erasure poetry is form of found poetry that is created by erasing words from an existing text in prose or verse and framing the result on the page as a poem. The poem I chose is one of my favorite poems, entitled "Flute Music" by Rabindranath Tagore.
Kinu, the milkman's alley ground room in a valley window barred. walls, windows to dust in places strained with damp. Stuck on the floor, Ganesha, Success, From a cloth. Another lives in my room For the same rent; A lizard. one difference He doesn't go hungry. twenty five rupees a month As junior clerk . I'm fed For coaching . At dusk I go Spend the evening save the cost of light. Engines shrieking, Passengers shouting. till ten, Then back to dark,silent,lonely . A village on the river, Her brother-in-law's daughter - to marry my unfortunate self, fixed. The moment auspicious for her, I ran . The girl saved , And I . not to this room, but in and out of my mind : Dacca sari, vermilion on her forehead. Pouring rain. costs go up, pay gets cut . Along the alley, Mango skins stones, pulp, Fish-gills, dead kittens other rubbish Pile up rot. My umbrella my pay - Full of holes. Monsoon darkness sticks Like an animal dead , Lifeless numb strapped bodily to a half-dead world. At the corner lives Kantababu - hair, carefully parted, Large eyes. Cultivated tastes. fancies the cornet: The sound in gusts On the foul breeze - in the middle of the night, the early morning twilight, the afternoon When sun and shadows glitter. this evening He play runs in Sindhu-Baroya , the sky rings eternal separation. alley is a lie, False vile as a drunkard, nothing distinguishes the clerk From the Emperor . umbrella parasol merge, on the sad music of a flute heaven. The music true, everlasting twilight-hour , river flows, banks deeply shaded , she who waits Is dressed in a dacca sari, vermillion on her forehead.