... an unknown girl is hennaing my hand She squeezes a wet brown line from a nozzle. She is icing my hand, which she steadies with hers on her satin-peach knee...
The poem describes the poets visit to her home country of India, and the time she had a henna done on her hand by a girl in the marketplace, and how it slowly fades away. At the end of the poem she reflects on her journey and thinks about how her culture has changes due to westernisation.
Moniza Alvi is a Pakistani-British poet and writer.
Born: 2 February 1954 (64 years ago ) Lahore, Pakistan
She came to England when she was a few months old. She grew up in Hertfordshire and studied at the universities of York and London.
Structure I think the structure represents the way she feels in connection with her culture; short sentences when she feels close, long sentences when she feels apart from her culture.