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,
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
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