Nissim Ezekiel

(16 December 1924 - 9 January 2004 / Mumbai / India)

Night Of The Scorpion


I remember the night my mother
was stung by a scorpion. Ten hours
of steady rain had driven him
to crawl beneath a sack of rice.

Parting with his poison - flash
of diabolic tail in the dark room -
he risked the rain again.

The peasants came like swarms of flies
and buzzed the name of God a hundred times
to paralyse the Evil One.

With candles and with lanterns
throwing giant scorpion shadows
on the mud-baked walls
they searched for him: he was not found.
They clicked their tongues.
With every movement that the scorpion made his poison moved in Mother's blood, they said.

May he sit still, they said
May the sins of your previous birth
be burned away tonight, they said.
May your suffering decrease
the misfortunes of your next birth, they said.
May the sum of all evil
balanced in this unreal world

against the sum of good
become diminished by your pain.
May the poison purify your flesh

of desire, and your spirit of ambition,
they said, and they sat around
on the floor with my mother in the centre,
the peace of understanding on each face.
More candles, more lanterns, more neighbours,
more insects, and the endless rain.
My mother twisted through and through,
groaning on a mat.
My father, sceptic, rationalist,
trying every curse and blessing,
powder, mixture, herb and hybrid.
He even poured a little paraffin
upon the bitten toe and put a match to it.
I watched the flame feeding on my mother.
I watched the holy man perform his rites to tame the poison with an incantation.
After twenty hours
it lost its sting.

My mother only said
Thank God the scorpion picked on me
And spared my children.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, March 28, 2012

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  • Rookie Prem Surya Kumar (7/17/2013 1:25:00 AM)

    One of the poem I read in childhood and I still remember. Absolutely original and unique. A classic poem, which will stand the test of time. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 10,905 Points Soulful Heart (3/28/2012 5:54:00 AM)

    so poignantly put................an incident of a scorpion bite turned into an insight of human behaviour.................bravo! ! (Report) Reply

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