odalisque

• derek webster'ın bi şiiri.
  
  odalisque
  
  now that lilacs are in bloom
  she has a bowl of lilacs in her room"
  florida. wallace stevens and pink
  ice-cream. my gay friend says, girl,
  have you ever screamed in anger?
  well-that's not me.
  i am "slender," sound as a flute:
  in the crisp air of winter, wear nude
  stockings and a lavender suit,
  to find out who needs me.
  
  in lightning, under sheets, i sweat
  a yellow angel of regret.
  behind me, grass and branches turn
  green: the world is fleet.
  
  they see themselves upside-down
  in me. all men are dogs, the married
  doubly so: they think another clown
  floats in my mouth, and has a bone
  to prove it. well, i won't get carried
  off; i've never minded that,
  to feel a mind work me like meal,
  be written on, oh, even to feel
  a sculpting pen adjust my hat:
  we live for such a moment.
  i've had lovers-who has not?
  virgins horde their fruits. they rot.
  
  i played gin rummy with sleeping pills,
  took social visits to a psychiatrist-
  was never asked to pay the bills;
  he made me triste-
  half-revealed, a crescent moon,
  i stayed up nights, unwhole and sharp-
  knowing that i move,
  not that i fall.
  
  on airplanes, highrises, trees,
  a peacock of shattered glass.
  i wonder, would i scream,
  to see myself at last?
  
  today i cut my leaves and stalk
  a lover, lilac bowl in bloom.
  my train is a promise deferred,
  my french a smile and single words.
  side to side we'll slowly rock.
  
  ayrıca bir suser.