The poem describes a scene at dawn in Puri, India. Widowed women clad in white wait to enter the Great Temple, their eyes staring like those caught in a net of dawn's shining strands of faith. In the early light, the poet sees ruined shells of people leaning against one another without names, and imagines his aging mother's last wish to be cremated on the shifting sands at Puri, twisting uncertainly like the light.
The poem describes a scene at dawn in Puri, India. Widowed women clad in white wait to enter the Great Temple, their eyes staring like those caught in a net of dawn's shining strands of faith. In the early light, the poet sees ruined shells of people leaning against one another without names, and imagines his aging mother's last wish to be cremated on the shifting sands at Puri, twisting uncertainly like the light.
The poem describes a scene at dawn in Puri, India. Widowed women clad in white wait to enter the Great Temple, their eyes staring like those caught in a net of dawn's shining strands of faith. In the early light, the poet sees ruined shells of people leaning against one another without names, and imagines his aging mother's last wish to be cremated on the shifting sands at Puri, twisting uncertainly like the light.