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
- Василий Жуковский – Бедный певец
- The Garden by Tammy L. Ames
- Flowers notebook
- Ольга Седакова – Деревья, сильный ветер
- The Image Of Delight by William Ellery Leonard
- Вера Полозкова – Декабрь
- The Ballad Of Moll Magee by William Butler Yeats
- Nothing is Real by Rixa White
- Lament for James, Earl of Glencairn by Robert Burns
- Николай Языков – А. А. Елагину (Была прекрасна, весела…)
- The Illusion of Love by Sarojini Naidu
- Владимир Британишский – Но особенно снился мне вздыбленный мост
- Юлиан Анисимов – Камнем сгрудилась комната
- Аля Кудряшева – Рыбный вальсок
- Drinking-Song, A. To a Formal, Proud, Sober Coxcomb by William Wycherley
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).
