Monday Poem; SINDHI WOMAN BY JON STALLWORTHY
Barefoot through the bazaar,
and with the same undulant
grace
as the cloth blown back from her
face,
she glides with a stone jar
high on her head
and not a ripple in her tread.
Watching her cross erect
stones, garbage, excrement, and
crumbs
of glass in the Karachi slums,
I, with my stoop, reflect
they stand most straight
who learn to walk beneath a
weight.
Our poems this week come from Jon Stallworthy's `Rounding the Horn: Collected Poems' (Carcanet Press, pounds 14.95). This poem first appeared in `Out of Bounds' (1963)
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