These Were My Homes: Collected Poems

‘Soaked in the Bible in Sanskrit in mid twentieth-century English poetry and his own lifelong reading habits Vijay Nambisan was a great Indian poet who never received his due. His magisterial later poems are of a piece with the earliest which is rare. It is infuriating that he is unknown to most Indians. This book is a treasure and a cathedral.’—JEET THAYIL ‘In Vijay’s intelligent self-aware meditations on mortality and human folly in this final and complete volume of his poems readers will come to as close an apprehension of the nature of epiphany as is possible—to those sudden illuminations of the spirit that can without warning light up flares in our dull corporeal bodies. [The] 111 poems in this slender volume written over his brief lifetime…display…a keen understanding of science and its uncompromising rationality (“radium decays a little bit at a time”) of the temporary bonds of love and desire of waddling ducks and arching cats of the particular genealogies of speech that Vijay came to inherit through his father his grandparents his mother and aunts and of the questing history of our bipedal species… In the title poem of this volume “These Were My Homes” Vijay tracks a path from the safe womb to the single “bed in which to breathe my last of air”. I can think of few poets who have better traversed that eternal arc.’ —From the Introduction by Rukmini Bhaya Nair