(After Alberto Giacometti )
Sit -
you must be tired
of walking,
of losing yourself
this way:
a bronzed rib
of exhaustion
thinned out
against the dark.
Sit -
there are still things
to believe in;
like civilizations
and birthing
and love.
And ancestors
who move
like silent tributaries
from red-earthed villages
with history cradled
in their mythical arms.
But listen,
what if they swell
through the gates
of your glistening city?
Will you walk down
to the water’s edge,
immerse your feet
so you can feel them
dancing underneath?
Mohenjodaro’s brassy girls
with bangled wrists
and cinnabar lips;
turbaned Harappan mothers
standing wide
on terracotta legs;
egg-breasted Artemis –
Inana, Isthar, Cybele, clutching their bounteous hearts
in the unrepentant dark,
crying: 'Daughter,
where have the granaries
and great baths disappeared?
Won’t you resurrect yourself,
make love to the sky,
reclaim the world.'
Truth! ! ! There are things to believe in! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
It is a great ode to walking woman having touching expression and nice theme. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the poem of the day.
Will you walk down to the water’s edge, immerse your feet so you can feel them dancing underneath? Wont youj make love to the sky...... such beautiful verses.. thank u. tony
So much is said in this poem but wisely left inferred. And I like the perspective that takes us back millenia. Yes, sit women, to stand and walk again in the full measure of your worth. -GK
Women re not weak anymore. They have risen to the occasion when needed. A fine tribute to all the women who fought for their rights. Thanks for sharing such a wonderful poem.
These wonderful woman have been selfless working and thinking of others without a life for themselves.
Such a wonderful tribute to all those strong spirited women. Loved the imagery and the metaphors.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tishani, such a wonderful ode... congrats for being chosen👍👍👍