I was told to drop dead
Drop dead! ?
I – who shatters you upon a lupine rock
I – who kills you with the breath of breeze
I – who holds your hair inside my palms
I – who do not hear your supplications and don’t know them
I – who carry the roar of waves within my furious brain
I – who crush you with cheekbones of oak
I – in front of who you hop like maddened dervishes
I – before who Samara resurrects from the dead
I – for whom the rocks groan from pain
I – before who Caesar scrapes his white knees
I – who carry in my chest a heart with twelve ventricles
I – who breastfed Romulus and Remus
I – who murdered Caligula during Palatean games
I – who break flesh and eat your bones
I– who turn honey into a new pillar of salt
I – who extract the uterus from the moon
I – who poison your bodies with breast milk
I – who tear tendons with ruby lips
I – who knock you down with words of great-genesis
I – who am a wind which topples giants with my treading
To me you tell to drop dead! ?
I've read a number of your poems and this one resonates with me. Great conviction of words and a bravery in there use. Every sentence brings a culmination, well done
I have read a number of your poems and this one really resonated with me. Your strength of conviction in the words you use is brave. Each sentence used has a culmination of purpose and direction to any sentence within the poem. Very strong, well done
Leila, this is my first time reading your work. And it won't be my last! I love every thing about this poem. The imagery is so vivid and exquisite. The historical references show the depth of your knowledge. An outstanding write! And such a pleasure to read!
Very creative and well crafted. Thanks for sharing such an original piece. I lovel it.
A wonderful manifestation of a woman's power. I love the feminist feel of this poem. Your use of language is simply awesome. And the literary n historical references make it a very classy read.
Your title captured my imagination as well as my dramatic side. These images of a powerful woman with no limits, who can extract a uterus from the moon and breastfeed monstrous dogs....is awesome! A true feminist manifest. I love it. No simpleton better tell Leila Samarrai to drop dead...or at least the speaker in this poem.
This comment shows a knack for phrasemaking. Intriguing. I think I'll go and check out the fog.
I am intrigued by the knack for phrasemaking in this comment. This makes me want to check into the fog.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Caesar, a heart with twelve ventricles I – who breastfed Romulus and Remus I – who murdered Caligula during Palatean games lupine rock, furious brain, maddened dervishes, Samara... All these give a great impression how you have read profusely. very rich with such allusions. thank you dear Poetess. tony