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
- Юнна Мориц – Вечерний свет
- Nothing Stays Put poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Song of the Little Hunter by Rudyard Kipling
- Indian Love Song by Sarojini Naidu
- human_joys.html
- Avenging and Bright by Thomas Moore
- The Night Dances by Sylvia Plath
- Maktoob
- Ярослав Смеляков – Я отюдова уйду
- He, who was born poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
- Linoz Isidoz poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Trees poem – Angelina Weld Grimke poems | Poems and Poetry
- Australia
- Vietnam Vet befriends an immigrant in Pittsburgh, Pa – ( let’s put it that way ) by Vasil Slavov
- Written for a Musician by Vachel Lindsay
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
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).
