Who are you? Who? You're still a stranger. As we go along we might get to know each other next year or maybe some other year. That's why I've kept in a gold container some affection, some potential to be charmed! Who are you? Who? When will you suddenly stand before me -- in the midst of my life like a thunderclap out of a blue empty of rainclouds -- That's why I've kept some doubts, some apprehension in the depths of my heart -- At least I've kept one waterfall, dammed up and covered with stones.
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|Title Annotation:||Three Bengali Women Poets; poem|
|Author:||Sinha, Kabita; Chatterjee, Enaksi; Wright, Carolyne|
|Publication:||The American Poetry Review|
|Date:||Jul 1, 1993|
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