Kamala Das Summer Poems

  • 1.
    It smelt of new rains and of tender
    Shoots of plants- and its warmth was the warmth
    Of earth groping for roots... even my
    Soul, I thought, must send its roots somewhere
    ...
  • 2.
    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
    ...
  • 3.
    Until I found you,
    I wrote verse, drew pictures,
    And, went out with friends
    For walks...
    ...
  • 4.
    What is this drink but
    The April sun, squeezed
    Like an orange in
    My glass? I sip the
    ...
  • 5.
    Bereft of soul
    My body shall be bare.
    Bereft of body
    My soul shall be bare.
    ...
  • 6.
    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
    ...
  • 7.
    It was hot, so hot, before the eunuchs came
    To dance, wide skirts going round and round, cymbals
    Richly clashing, and anklets jingling, jingling
    Jingling... Beneath the fiery gulmohur, with
    ...
Total 7 Summer Poems by Kamala Das

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