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
- Владимир Корнилов – Муки свободы
- Ольга Седакова – Я жизнь в порыве жить
- His Mercy Endureth For Ever by John Oxenham
- Низами Гянджеви – Хмельное счастье мое очнется
- Fear by Vinko Kalinić
- Blessens A-Left by William Barnes
- Кондратий Рылеев – Не вчера ли в хороводе
- Николай Языков – Песня (Пусть свободны и легки)
- Base Details by Siegfried Sassoon
- Faun by Sylvia Plath
- Николай Некрасов – Влас
- What the Rattlesnake Said by Vachel Lindsay
- To – – – – –
- Олег Бундур – На высоком берегу
- Оливер Голдсмит – Песенка
Some external links:
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).
