Kamala Das

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

Kamala Das Poems

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

The Maggots

At sunset, on the river ban, Krishna
Loved her for the last time and left...

That night in her husband's arms, Radha felt
So dead that he asked, What is wrong,
Do you mind my kisses, love? And she said,
No, not at all, but thought, What is
It to the corpse if the maggots nip?

[from The Descendants]

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The Stone Age

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,
And stroke my pitted face absent-mindedly while
You read. With loud talk you bruise my pre-morning sleep,
You stick a finger into my dreaming eye. And
Yet, on daydreams, strong men cast their shadows, they sink
Like white suns in the swell of my Dravidian blood,

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