‘These days I enjoy getting irritated from time to time’: The unexpected prose poems of Joy Goswami An excerpt from After ‘Death Comes Water: Selected Prose Poems’, Joy Goswami, translated from the Bengali by Sampurna Chattarji, Eating leaves and grass It takes one year eleven months to get one line of poetry A baby entered the womb, was born, waved its arms and legs about, learnt to walk, Babble baby talk – and I? Couldn’t pluck up the courage, even today, to call a dictionary a dictionary To call Sachin Deb Sachin Deb Merely – yes, I’ll deliver, I’m on it,