Kamala Das is first a poetess of love
Autobiographical, confessional and feministic
Of the body, not the soul
In which is lodged the soul,
Of flesh and blood relationship,
Man-woman relationship, love and sex,
A writer posing to be Mira or Radha
But is not exactly so,
Full of frolicks and the amorous,
Drawing from infidelity and transgender stuffs,
Repudiation of patriarchal hegemony,
Extra-marital stuffs, dissatisfaction in sex story,
Eunuch dancing, the child prostitute with a doll,
A writer so Freudian, Lawrentine and Rajneeshite
Reading the Osho and the sex manuals of Vatsyayana,
An Osho ashramite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well done, dear poet, this poem beautifully creates a collage of her writings, truly she was an open book.