Sensual Medieval Poem of the Day: Sila
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transemacabreSila is one of the numerous magnificent female poets to write in Sanskrit. Little is known about her, but she lived in India during the period c. 700-1050.
My husband is the same man
Who first pierced me
We knew long evenings wet with the moon
Wind from the hills of Vindhya
was heavy with fresh jasmine
I am the same woman
yet I long for the stream and it's reeds
which knew us happy. Which knew us
graceful
in endless evenings of making love
The structure of this poem is as delicious as the subject matter, and every word Sila writes drips with sensuality. The eroticism is between husband and wife, proof that love in poetry need not be illicit to be sensual (although both is good).
My husband is the same man
Who first pierced me
We knew long evenings wet with the moon
Wind from the hills of Vindhya
was heavy with fresh jasmine
I am the same woman
yet I long for the stream and it's reeds
which knew us happy. Which knew us
graceful
in endless evenings of making love
The structure of this poem is as delicious as the subject matter, and every word Sila writes drips with sensuality. The eroticism is between husband and wife, proof that love in poetry need not be illicit to be sensual (although both is good).
