The Doubt by Kamala Das
Does it not mean that we believe that only the soul has sex and that sex is invisible?
The Doubt
by Kamala Das 1
When a man is dead, or a woman, We call the corpse not he or she but it. Does it Not mean that we believe That only the soul has sex and that Sex is invisible? Then the question is, who Is the man, who the girl, All sex-accessories being no Indication, Is she A male who with frail hands Clasps me to her breast, while The silence in her sickroom, turning Eloquent, accuses Me of ingratitude? And is he female who After love, smooths out the bed sheets with Finicky hands and plucks From pillows Strands of hair? ...How well I can see him After a murder, conscientiously Tidy up the scene, wash The bloodstains under the Faucet, bury the knife... And what am I in sex who shuttles Obsessively from his Stabs to recovery In her small silent room?
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Selected Poems (2014, Penguin Modern Classics)
Such an exquisitely profound poem.
I've never seen this one before. Quite thought-provoking