I will not think again of him,
of his long seashore
noisy with birds
the aṭumpu creeper with leaves cloven
as the hooves of a deer,
the bright-bangled women
prying open for their games
its flowers that look like the shiny beads and bells
on a horse’s neck,
and I will let me eyes sleep.
[Nampi Kuṭṭuvan, 'What She Said' Kuṟ 244, from The Interior Landscape: Classical Tamil Love Poems, trans. from the Tamil by A.K. Ramanujan]
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