Night of the Scorpion by Nissim Ezekiel

I remember the night my motherwas stung by a scorpion. Ten hoursof steady rain had driven himto crawl beneath a sack of rice. Parting with his poison – flashof diabolic tail in the dark room –he risked the rain again. The peasants came like swarms of fliesand buzzed the name of God a hundred timesto …

Night of the Scorpion by Nissim Ezekiel Read More »