My Grandmother's House

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
Behind my bedroom door like a brooding
Dog…you cannot believe, darling,
Can you, that I lived in such a house and
Was proud, and loved…. I who have lost
My way and beg now at strangers' doors to
Receive love, at least in small change?

by Kamala Das

Comments (14)

I want to walk like I'm the only woman on earth and I can have my pick. I want that red dress bad.
Just don't plan to run for the Senate later if you rip the dress off her - at least not unless you have the million or so buckazoids to settle the harassment suit.
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I like the way it's written, especially the voluptuousness of this poem. But I am not sure if one can generalize and say that this is what all women want. Self-assertion doesn't come from just wearing provocative dresses; it comes from within too.
I want to walk like I'm the only woman on earth and I can have my pick. I want that red dress bad. I want it to confirm your worst fears about me, to show you how little I care about you or anything except what I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment from its hanger like I'm choosing a body to carry me into this world, through the birth-cries and the love-cries too, and I'll wear it like bones, like skin, it'll be the goddamned dress they bury me in. Wow...what a poem..It's the story of a free bird on a free planet unlike our Earth. Bravo..poetess. I loved the theme. A perfect 10 for it.
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