Thursday, May 20, 2010

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  1. 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
    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..
    ----Kamala Das (My Grandmother's House)

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