Kamala Das Mind Poems

  • 1.
    I don't know politics but I know the names
    Of those in power, and can repeat them like
    Days of week, or names of months, beginning with Nehru.
    I amIndian, very brown, born inMalabar,
    ...
  • 2.
    Today the world is a little more my own.
    No need to remember the pain
    A blue-frocked woman caused, throwing
    Words at me like pots and pans, to drain
    ...
  • 3.
    O what does the burning mouth
    Of sun, burning in today's,
    Sky, remind me....oh, yes, his
    Mouth, and....his limbs like pale and
    ...
  • 4.
    What is this drink but
    The April sun, squeezed
    Like an orange in
    My glass? I sip the
    ...
  • 5.
    At sunset, on the river ban, Krishna
    Loved her for the last time and left...

    That night in her husband's arms, Radha felt
    ...
  • 6.
    Fond husband, ancient settler in the mind,
    Old fat spider, weaving webs of bewilderment,
    Be kind. You turn me into a bird of stone, a granite
    Dove, you build round me a shabby room,
    ...
  • 7.
    You planned to tame a swallow, to hold her
    In the long summer of your love so that she would forget
    Not the raw seasons alone, and the homes left behind, but
    Also her nature, the urge to fly, and the endless
    ...
Total 7 Mind Poems by Kamala Das

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