Kamala Das

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

Kamala Das Poems

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