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
- Refrigerator, 1957 by Thomas Lux
- Some Say by Mark Miller
- Robert Burns: Extemporaneous Effusion: On being appointed to an Excise division.
- Sigh No More by William Shakespeare
- In The Month When Sings The Cuckoo poem – Alfred Austin
- Федор Сологуб – Под холодною властью тумана
- Epithalamion poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Leaves Compared With Flowers by Robert Frost
- Зинаида Александрова – Волчонок
- Respondez! by Walt Whitman
- Poems by William Blake, Songs of Innocence and Experience and the Book of Thel
- Denis poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Омар Хайям – До того, как мы чашу судьбы изопьем
- The Challenge: A Court Ballad poem – Alexander Pope
- Владимир Маяковский – Внимательное отношение к взяточникам
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).
