My Mother at Sixty-SixBy Kamala Das
Driving from my parent’s home to Cochin last Fridaymorning, I saw my mother, beside me,doze, open-mouthed, her face ashen...
A Thing of Beauty is a Joy Forever Poem
A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health,...
