Poem by Sarah Sutro

Dhaka

arriving in Dhaka
the city unfolded,
opening doors and pathways
to understanding,
some passages so
painful
I can never forget

in years that followed
the city became a portent
more than memory, of what
the world could and would
be: teeming, restless
too-full, mostly unknown

but how to account
for the difference:
riding in the car
from
Gulshan to
the center of the city,
beset by people,
begging:

​to be included in the world,
to be seen,
to be given something
to eat

Written in 2021; THEME: Childhood Hunger, Historical Hunger

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A poet and painter, Sarah's work responds to the natural world and the challenging world we have created. Finishing Line Press and Blue Asia Press have published her poems and essays. In 2000, she won a Pollock Krasner grant, and in 2005, was a finalist for a Robert Frost award.

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