The moment she tucks in the mosquito net and goes
to bed, her husband’s black hands fumble after
the snakes and frogs of her body: “You’re hurting me!
Let go!” In anger, those black hands twist her breasts.
He says, “Listen here, Sweta, don’t be coy.
If ever I find even the evening star
gesturing to you, or making eyes,
I’ll see that you fall into a hellish pit.”
Sweta’s white thighs swing back and forth in space
clinging to the back, her husband’s black back.
Copyright ©: Translated by Carolyne Wright and Paramita Banerjee
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Lukannon by Rudyard Kipling
- A Zong Of Harvest Hwome by William Barnes
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Отторженность
- A New Psalm for the Chapel of Kilmarnock by Robert Burns
- Николай Карамзин – Странные люди
- Linda Deäne by William Barnes
- Eating a Wampee by Piera Chen
- They Tell Of The Warsaw Uprising by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Владимир Британишский – Эх, из огня да в полымя
- Hemingwayan waves of time by Ndue Ukaj
- Гавриил Державин – Ключ
- On Catullus by Walter Savage Landor
- Weary not of us, for we are very beautiful by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- The Essay on Liberty by Abraham Cowley
- An Attempt At The Manner Of Waller by William Cowper
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
