Winter Poem by Kamala Das
Winter
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
And, I loved his body without shame,
On winter evenings as cold winds
Chuckled against the white window-panes.
[From Summer in Calcutta]
Wow! What a pertinent equivalent to the real life drama. A wonderfully crafted natural beauty. Quite deservingly well placed. Congrats. X
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4/23/2024 11:39:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Earth! ! With the romance of nature. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.