The Old Playhouse by Kamala Das (Kamala Surayya) (Madhavikutty)

You planned to tame a swallow, to hold her
In the long summer of your love so that she would forget
Not the raw seasons alone, and the homes left behind, but
Also her nature, the urge to fly, and the endless
Pathways of the sky. It was not to gather knowledge
Of yet another man that I came to you but to learn
What I was, and by learning, to learn to grow, but every
Lesson you gave was about yourself. You were pleased
With my body’s response, its weather, its usual shallow
Convulsions. You dribbled spittle into my mouth, you poured
Yourself into every nook and cranny, you embalmed
My poor lust with your bitter-sweet juices. You called me wife,
I was taught to break saccharine into your tea and
To offer at the right moment the vitamins. Cowering
Beneath your monstrous ego I ate the magic loaf and
Became a dwarf. I lost my will and reason, to all your
Questions I mumbled incoherent replies. The summer
Begins to pall. I remember the rudder breezes
Of the fall and the smoke from the burning leaves. Your room is
Always lit by artificial lights, your windows always
Shut. Even the air-conditioner helps so little,
All pervasive is the male scent of your breath. The cut flowers
In the vases have begun to smell of human sweat. There is
No more singing, no more dance, my mind is an old
Playhouse with all its lights put out. The strong man’s technique is
Always the same, he serves his love in lethal doses,
For, love is Narcissus at the water’s edge, haunted
By its own lonely face, and yet it must seek at last
An end, a pure, total freedom, it must will the mirrors
To shatter and the kind night to erase the water.

From: Kamala Das, The Old Playhouse and Other Poems, 2004, Orient Longman Private Ltd: Mumbai, pp. 1-2.
(http://books.google.com.au/books?id=eI8yp7jvmqAC)

Date: 1973

By: Kamala Das (Kamala Surayya) (Madhavikutty) (1934-2009)

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2 Comments to “The Old Playhouse by Kamala Das (Kamala Surayya) (Madhavikutty)”

  1. Glad to see you picked up on Kamala Dad. She’s impressive.

    Best, DG

  2. Kamal Das, not Kamala Dad!

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