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
- Violet Beauregarde… by Roald Dahl
- Lines Composed on the Body Politic by Rita Dove
- Олег Бундур – Не верится
- Epigram Engraved on the Collar of a Dog Which I Gave to His Royal Highness poem – Alexander Pope
- Since We Must Die poem – Alfred Austin
- Poem For People That Are Understandably Too Busy To Read Poetry by Stephen Dunn
- Despair
- Beautiful Moroccan by Stanley Wilkin
- The Mower To The Glo-Worms poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Ballade Of Midsummer Days And Nights by William Ernest Henley
- Et Le Marbre Creuse… by Martine Morillon-Carreau
- Ольга Берггольц – Кирову
- The Last Tournament poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Prayer, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem: Prière by T. Wignesan.
- The Snowman on the Moor by Sylvia Plath
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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).
