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A Cowherding Girl
AC (12-16-1981 DOD: everyday / )

A Cowherding Girl

The plums tasted
sweet to the unlettered desert-tribe girl-
but what manners! To chew into each! She was ungainly,
low-caste, ill mannered and dirty,
but the god took the
fruit she'd been sucking.
Why? She'd knew how to love.
She might not distinquish
splendor from filth
but she'd tasted the nectar of passion.
Might not know any Veda,
but a chariot swept her away-
now she frolics in heaven, esctatically bound
to her god.
The Lord of Fallen Fools, says Mira,
will save anyone
who can practice rapture like that-
I myself in a previous birth
was a cowherding girl
at Gokul.

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Comments (5)

And I came back for another read. Tis just a great work. Joe
Amberlee, This has allways been one of my very favorite, of yours. Steller! Joe
Just beautiful Amberlee!
Amberlee, I really like your poems, but I can't figure out how to message you. If you'd check out my poems, I'd be really grateful.
outstanding work. especially that last line: 'on some nights...' you really know how to conjure up some powerful images and provoking notions. rock on, rock on! Jake