The River Beneath the River – K Satchidanandan

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As I lie dead,/ my double would be roaming/ the world in revolt/ watching the moon rise/ in different lands at different hours/ turning words with his magic wand/ into stars that blossom in every tongue.// No one is just one.

Satchidanandan’s poetry is a lyre with many chords: it may seem light with joking tunes, it can be harsh and nearly cruel: sometimes it seems to unite all these characteristics together, especially when his poems have the form of a dialogue. — ANTONIO MENNITI IPPLITO, Italian critic

K Satchidanandan is definitely not a poet who keeps aloof from the world. He is a poet on a journey. Poetry for him is a cry against all walls. — DR WOLFGANG KUBIN, German critic