Old Women Comments

There are swings still in their half-blind eyes, lilies and Christmases in their failing memory. There is one folktale for each wrinkle on their skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - All dawns pass leaving them in the dark. They do not fear death, they died long ago.- - - - I am awed by the beauty of the poem.

Lovely poem. I have enjoyed reading this exquisite piece of poetry in my mother tongue. Now in English as well. How beautifully the poet has conjured up an ethereal atmosphere by carefully chosen images: Old women do not fly on magic wands or make obscure prophecies from ominous forests. They just sit on vacant park benches in the quiet evenings calling doves by their names charming them with grains of maize.“ Great!