Olimpia Sarb


What does a woman usually do
After drudging in the kitchen
So that ordinary things would sleep, dutifully,
Within the cares’ dark ring of the day?
First she wipes her forehead with her right hand,
She sits down on a stool near the table,
She makes smooth
The laced table cloth
With her left hand,
Then she embraces her temples,
Slipping for a while
In an imaginary slumber,
A long train of portraits – the people she loves
Roaming her.
A little bit later she carefully allows
The dusk
To overrun the room, a kind of bitter foam.
Over and over, every evening.
She turns off the lights
And secludes, not to give rise
To a riot of things.
She keeps silent every moment.
A woman starts resembling so much
The ordinary things surrounding her
That, if you approached her,
You could mistake her
For a tea spoon,
For a coffee cup or
For a porcelain angel.

Submitted: Thursday, September 19, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (OUT OF MERE HABIT by Olimpia Sarb )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Let's Think About Humanity, Prodip Kumar
  2. On My Father's Yortsayt, Abraham Sutzkever
  3. The Bottom Line, Abraham Sutzkever
  4. Inside Me, Abraham Sutzkever
  5. नोँनि हाइनायाव, Bahadur Basumatary
  6. Paris 1988, Abraham Sutzkever
  7. Remembrances Of Others, Abraham Sutzkever
  8. Everything But God, Anne Pierson Wiese
  9. All Night Long, Anne Pierson Wiese
  10. Tell Me, Anne Pierson Wiese

Poem of the Day

poet Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
...... Read complete »

[Hata Bildir]