I — am your voice, the warmth of your breath,
I — am the reflection of your face,
The futile trembling of futile wings,
I am with you to he end, in any case.
That's why you so fervently love
Me in my weakness and in my sin;
That's why you impulsively gave
Me the best of your sons;
That's why you never even asked
Me for any word of him
And blackened my forever-deserted home
With fumes of praise.
And they say — it's impossible to fuse more closely,
Impossible to love more abandonedly. . .
As the shadow from the body wants to part,
As the flesh from the soul wants to separate,
So I want now — to be forgotten..
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This poem has a desperate tone to it. Maybe it potrays the agony a woman feels or maybe the poet has decribed her own conditions. Is the poet representing the role of a woman? sacrifices?
Well, a lot of quesions arise along with every word of the poem. The starting and the ending is fantastic...
Ankita -
I love how this started- this poem is one of those poems that could be used as a model to write a million poems from because it could have been taken in just so many directions....it is definitely an in the moment write.
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