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 Бенедиктов – Песнь соловья
- Николай Языков – Жизни баловень счастливый
- September 1, 1802 by William Wordsworth
- Old Memory by William Butler Yeats
- Money by William Henry Davies
- Sin and Prayer by Satish Verma
- Владимир Маяковский – Старый мотив (РОСТА №137)
- The Answer by Rudyard Kipling
- One Great Christmas Verse, Three Incomparable Gifts
- que-sera-sera.html
- What Semiramis Said by Vachel Lindsay
- The Old Age Of Queen Maeve by William Butler Yeats
- Валерий Брюсов – К портрету К.Д. Бальмонта
- Time Out To Cry by Shannen Wrass
- Sestina Otiosa by Sir Walter Raleigh
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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).
