Kamala Das

(31 March 1934 – 31 May 2009 / Punnayurkulam, Thrissur District in Kerala)

Kamala Das Poems

1. The Testing Of The Sirens 3/28/2012
2. Annette 3/28/2012
3. Winter 3/28/2012
4. The Maggots 3/28/2012
5. The Stone Age 3/28/2012
6. The Suicide 3/28/2012
7. Krishna 3/28/2012
8. The Rain 3/28/2012
9. Punishment In Kindergarten 3/28/2012
10. Love 3/28/2012
11. Relationship 3/28/2012
12. The Sunshine Cat 3/28/2012
13. The Dance Of The Eunuchs 3/28/2012
14. Words 3/28/2012
15. The Freaks 3/28/2012
16. Forest Fire 3/28/2012
17. The Old Playhouse 3/28/2012
18. A Losing Battle 3/28/2012
19. Summer In Calcutta 3/28/2012
20. My Grandmother's House 3/28/2012
21. In Love 3/28/2012
22. The Looking Glass 3/28/2012
23. An Introduction 3/28/2012
Best Poem of Kamala Das

An Introduction

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,
I speak three languages, write in
Two, dream in one.
Don't write in English, they said, English is
Not your mother-tongue. Why not leave
Me alone, critics, friends, visiting cousins,
Every one of you? Why not let me speak in
Any language I like? The language I speak,
Becomes mine, its distortions, its queernesses
All mine, mine alone.
It is half English, halfIndian, funny ...

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The Dance Of The Eunuchs

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
Long braids flying, dark eyes flashing, they danced and
They dance, oh, they danced till they bled... There were green
Tattoos on their cheeks, jasmines in their hair, some
Were dark and some were almost fair. Their voices
Were harsh, their songs melancholy; they sang of

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