Love, love,
they say. Yet love
is no new grief
nor sudden disease; nor something
that rages and cools.
Like madness in an elephant,
coming up when he eats
certain leaves,
love waits
for you to find
someone to look at.
they say. Yet love
is no new grief
nor sudden disease; nor something
that rages and cools.
Like madness in an elephant,
coming up when he eats
certain leaves,
love waits
for you to find
someone to look at.
Milaipperunkantan, trans. from Tamil by A.K. Ramanujan, in Kuruntokai; reprinted in Indian Love Poems (ed. by Meena Alexander)
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