At sunset, on the river ban, Krishna
Loved her for the last time and left…
That night in her husband’s arms, Radha felt
So dead that he asked, What is wrong,
Do you mind my kisses, love? And she said,
No, not at all, but thought, What is
It to the corpse if the maggots nip?
[from The Descendants]
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To his beast? Men are worthless, to trap themUse the cheapest bait of all, but neverLove, which in a woman must mean tearsAnd a silence in the blood.