Text of the poem "My Grandmother's House" by Kamala Das
My Grandmother's House -Kamala Das (The poem is in free verse & it was first published in Kamala Das's "Summer in Calcutta" in 1965. ) There is a house now far away where once I received love... That woman died, The House withdrew into silence, snakes moved Among books, I was then too young To read, and my blood turned cold like the moon ← Simile How often I think of going There, to peer through blind eyes of windows or Just listen to the frozen air, or in wild despair, pick an armful of Darkness to bring it here to lie Behind my bedroom door like a brooding ← Simile Dog... You cannot believe darling (addressed to her husband), Can you, that I lived in such a house and Was proud & beg now at stranger's doors to Receive love, at least in small change? - Kamala Das