Meeting poets

Meeting poets I am disconcerted sometimes
by the colour of their socks
the suspicion of a wig
the wasp in the voice
and an air, sometimes, of dankness.

Best to meet them in poems:
cool speckles shells
in which one hears
a sad but distant sea.

Eunice de Souza, India (1940)
From: “The Oxford India Anthology, 12 modern Indian poets”

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