Kamala Das

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

The Rain - Poem by Kamala Das

We left that old ungainly house
When my dog died there, after
The burial, after the rose
Flowered twice, pulling it by its
Roots and carting it with our books,
Clothes and chairs in a hurry.
We live in a new house now,
And, the roofs do not leak, but, when
It rains here, I see the rain drench
That empty house, I hear it fall
Where my puppy now lies,
Alone..

[From Only The Soul Knows How To Sing]


Comments about The Rain by Kamala Das

  • Geoffrey Fafard (6/20/2014 3:00:00 AM)


    This poem contains the finest imagery in so few words. So sad so beautiful so readable. This lady uses words in such a way… I remain haunted by her words. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 28, 2012



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