Poem I
Vase
Be
Be a flower, he says
For I will be the VASE keeping you flourish. For
The gloomy autumn may never pass by
For in the deserts the summers dry you to
Death.
I pondering
For I will be the earth, the Gaia, raising up an already adult man.
_the butterflies swirl around me, the creek
Flows under my knees.
He raises the vase and smash it onto my
Head.
The fists thrust toward my arm
The past scars and bruise are displaced
With the new.
_for the earth molds the corruption, seduces
The lost
While being tolerant, being chaste, and being silenced.
The mob, the elite and the ill,
Flock around me.
For my loss of Amale’s favor,
For my intruding his private fairs like a
Minister
I observing,
Lying twistedly on the cold tile ground
Sprinkle the drops of blood onto the vase,
The bluish whirligigs of orchids with
Ensanguining filmfalls into pieces.
Oh my beloved one, the erupted morbid formication,
The living corpse made of ceramic
I pray, pray
“The inferno, the catharsis, the incorrigible marriage dominance, the dead ends of inveterate sick breathless women”
Howl, smirk, sardonic
Memories,
Of the dead and yet born,
Of the swords in the stones and the hail in the hearts
calling
Ave Satanas! May one be saved form the cumulonimbus made by us!
Note:
According to statistics, more than 85% of women have experienced domestic violence. The traditional views of masculinity and the women as seducers not only lead to roaring rates of domestic violence (especially during quarantines) but also unjust judgements in lives and in courts.
The poem aims to arouse women’s alertness on the beguiling sweetness before marriage and the society’s attention on domestic violence.
Poem II
“If I could live to be two hundred years old, all of Europe would be creeping at my feet.”
He looked into Her portrait, 13 meters above
On the museum wall, with ropy complexes of spider webs.
There will be time, he says, shrinking, pondering on the
vacancy of the dark shadows and gory
Geranium,sprawling over the ceiling
With the lingering moonlight.
“There will be time
Fora hundred visions and revisions” (Eliot, lines31-33)
He repeat-ed it, which the man often spoke to him in bed.
pinching his scabs on the knees and neck. He crouched down
He picked his toes and stroked every toenail.
He stood up, looking into the eyes of Екатерина II Алексеевна,
The belittling andbrittle beams of threads from the dawn
The diadem.
He rubbed his eyes; his second fingertip is bleeding onto the pale tiles.
Did you hear?
The drops, the minute trip of a cell.
Did you see?
The dried imprint, the vaporizing smell, the ruts left by the chariots on the bare and bone ground.
Note:
Catherine II of Russia, also known as Catherine the Great, was the one of the most famous empresses in the world. Russian expanded greatly under her power. She demonstrated the wisdom and power of woman, taking the role that traditionally belonged to man.
On the other hand, when men become the projection of women, which is traditionally the weak side, they may behave as fragile and subordinate as “women.” Ultimately, gender equality isn’t simply an issue around genders, it links to the inveterate problem of the oppressor and the oppressed, dating back to the dawn of huma civilization.
Reference
Eliot,T S, et al. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. Newburgh, NewYork, Thornwillow, 2020.