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
- brownie.html
- “Why should I, from this long and losing strife ” poem – Alfred Austin
- A Wren’s Nest by William Wordsworth
- What the Moon Saw by Vachel Lindsay
- There Came a Soul by Rita Dove
- Николай Огарев – Осеннее чувство
- Dreadful by Shel Silverstein
- The Shepherd, Looking Eastward, Softly Said by William Wordsworth
- Ulster by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Британишский – Петербургский горожанин
- Омар Хайям – Что плоть твоя, Хайям?
- Barbie Doll by Marge Piercy
- Владимир Маяковский – Ты знаешь это вот… (Главполитпросвет №267)
- Sonnet CXI: O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide by William Shakespeare
- Tears
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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).
