Whatever you love, you are

SOME LOVERS

Some lovers are born
with a sweet talk deficiency.

Have you noticed?
Some lovers
can only say honey
if they're
reading
it
off a jar.

Sweetheart
& sugar
make them
think
of
cow's brains.

When they
hear the word
heart
it makes
them think
of Mother
therefore
of bread.
And
of her teaching
about
how to
dress up
less tasty
parts of
a carcass:
like
spleen.

Sugar
they've
lately
learned
is
poison
so --
no need
to go
there.

I happen
to like
a lover
who
can
be redundant
with
the sweetness
somebody
who
can really
pour
it on.

Sweetheart, sweet'ums,
sugar darling, honey
pie
what's for
dinner
or
where
was the last place
you saw
my tie?

This is a joke
of course
the last
time
I saw
the tie
of wool
or cotton
this
one
might lose,
a sheep
or a plant
was
wearing
it.

How cruel
a lack
is
this deficiency
in
sweet talk!

You're
my little sugar
dumpling
is so
much
easier
in the
snugglung
than
having
that
woman
with
the master's
degree
visibly
stop
herself
from
calling
you
madam.

My name
is not
my name
you want
to shout:
It is
a label
for those
who will
never understand
content.

So what if all
he knows
(for your sake)
is how
to wash
the dishes
leaving
your kitchen
spotless
& your
floor
with
a shine.

So what
if the thing
she does
best
truth be told
is
crochet edges
onto old
flour
sacks
she found
in
a thrift
shop
that
just
closed.

There he is
there she is
listening
to the Temptations
& Martha and the Vandellas
& moaning

right
along.

Baby darling
sugar sweetness
honey peaches
agave princess
stevia muffin
what's wrong
with my oreciius
mango, apricot, watermelon, papaya
chutney
bliss
this morning?

Come to Mama
come to Papa
let's dance
those old sugar
too much sweetness!
blues
away.

ENCOUNTERING

Encountering
you
I
struck
a
wall:
You
do not
even
seem
to know
that
you
are hiding
behind
it.

These are
not
poems --
unsent
messages
to
the
deaf.


- both by Alice Walker from "Hard Times Require Furious Dancing"

지난 번에 읽은 시집에 이어 The Color Purple 의 저자로 유명한 Alice Walker 의 시집을 집어 들었다. 그 중 기억하고 싶은 몇 개 시들:

Compatible

We are not

compatible

said the

tiger

to

the bear.

The tiger

was spitting

out blackberry

seeds

barely disguising

his

disgust.

The bear

was feeling

foolish

a leaping

antelope

between

his teeth.

Watching you hold your hatred

Watching you

hold

your

hatred

for such a long time

I wonder:

Isn’t it

slippery?

Might you

not

someday

drop it

on

yourself?

I wonder:

Where does it sleep

if ever?

And where

do

you deposit

it

while you

feed

your

children

or

sit

in the

lap

of

the one

who

cherishes

you?

There is no

graceful

way

to

carry

hatred.

While

hidden

it is

everywhere.

The taste of grudge

…

This we know:

We were

not meant

to suffer

so much

& to learn

nothing.

(Photo: blackeiffel)