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List of Selected Poetries
List of Selected Poetries
List of Selected Poetries
1. Mother’s Break
Merlinda Bobis
(5)
My Master
Say all you wish of me. It does not matter to
me:
Shallow.. Stupid.. Crazy.. Simple minded.
It does not concern me anymore..
For whoever writes about her concerns…
in the logic of Men is called
a stupid woman
and didn't I tell you in the beginning
that I am a stupid woman?
2. Comfort Women her family were One
From Asia Literary Review Volume 8, Summer living at the foot of Mount Chiri
2008
growing tobacco, gathering mushrooms
(This piece is derived from Jeongshik Min’s
wild greens on the mountainside
paper 'A Visual Collective Biography of the
Former Korean Comfort Women'. The collective Colonial Taxation:
biography in poetic form is inspired by ‘memory-
work’ that moves towards a collective history. Japanese took everything
The Wednesday Demonstrations have been a rice bowls, spoons, chopsticks
central influence; Min’s visit to the House of
Sharing, the group conversations, and the even her father’s life
paintings by the former sexual slaves have
her family broken
provided material for the articulation of ‘the
stories without voice’. The original text has been family broken
reworked by Shirley Lee with the author’s
permission).
her family plants seeds, Japan plants a colony
Japan takes their seeds: ‘Baeari fruit’
everything pure, like snow the girls knew nothing of the world
an innocent girl
The Women’s Volunteer Labour Corps stolen, kidnapped
the girls would work
her Japanese teacher at secondary school in factories and hospitals –
asked her to join the Corps everyone believed it
she would be able to continue her studies
her mother wept and pleaded with her she could live a comfortable life as a nurse
to marry like the other girls she would become a nurse in Japan
at least on paper she would go to Japan
to avoid the recruitment Japan
but the brightest girls joined a better place
the head girl and she
50 girls from Chinju a girl of 14 taken away
50 girls from Masan she did not know where she was being taken
became 150 in Pusan one girl from each family
more girls – a colonist’s law for a colony
more girls the eldest, the youngest
from everywhere but only the girls
the fearful girls
Japan was desperate for workers
from colonies the girls of the colonies
from everywhere in Korea were delivered to
to run the factories in Japan Japan
to be taken to the front far
to comfort the soldiers far away
the soldiers far away from home
Forced Initiation as a Comfort Woman the soldiers rushed in
one after another in orderly lines
Corporal Kobayasi Tadeo their trousers down already
stole her innocence ‘Hayaku! Hayaku!
dragged her the soldiers’ swords and pistols at hand
raped her too exhausted, she gave up counting
under a tree in the dark on a road her pants hung round her legs
she was fifteen and scared no strength to pull them up
unable to bite off her tongue
like a virtuous Korean woman other girls committed suicide
she had been too scared like virtuous Korean women
too scared their bodies were burned
‘the dead are your soup,’ soldiers told her
the flowers of the cherry tree blossomed she ate and drank her friends
and sucked up a young girl’s spirit
who is she?
a crushed flower
or a bud yet unblossomed?
these words still keep hope for the blossoming
o unblossomed flower!
remembering youth
she mourns her innocence
AMERICAN POETRIES She rode with round the terrace—all and each
1. MY LAST DUCHESS BY ROBERT Would draw from her alike the approving speech,
BROWNING
Or blush, at least. She thanked men—good! but
thanked
FERRARA Somehow—I know not how—as if she ranked
My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name
That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall, With anybody’s gift. Who’d stoop to blame
Looking as if she were alive. I call This sort of trifling? Even had you skill
That piece a wonder, now; Fra Pandolf’s hands In speech—which I have not—to make your will
Worked busily a day, and there she stands. Quite clear to such an one, and say, “Just this
Will’t please you sit and look at her? I said Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss,
“Fra Pandolf” by design, for never read Or there exceed the mark”—and if she let
Strangers like you that pictured countenance, Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set
The depth and passion of its earnest glance, Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse—
But to myself they turned (since none puts by E’en then would be some stooping; and I choose
The curtain I have drawn for you, but I) Never to stoop. Oh, sir, she smiled, no doubt,
And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst, Whene’er I passed her; but who passed without
How such a glance came there; so, not the first Much the same smile? This grew; I gave
commands;
Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, ’twas not
Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands
Her husband’s presence only, called that spot
As if alive. Will’t please you rise? We’ll meet
Of joy into the Duchess’ cheek; perhaps
The company below, then. I repeat,
Fra Pandolf chanced to say, “Her mantle laps
The Count your master’s known munificence
Over my lady’s wrist too much,” or “Paint
Is ample warrant that no just pretense
Must never hope to reproduce the faint
Of mine for dowry will be disallowed;
Half-flush that dies along her throat.” Such stuff
Though his fair daughter’s self, as I avowed
Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough
At starting, is my object. Nay, we’ll go
For calling up that spot of joy. She had
Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though,
A heart—how shall I say?— too soon made glad,
Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,
Too easily impressed; she liked whate’er
Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!
She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.
Sir, ’twas all one! My favour at her breast,
The dropping of the daylight in the West,
The bough of cherries some officious fool
Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule
If only I had gathered enough courage and
strength to leave him, I would not have gotten
flowers today.
I Got Flowers Today
This poem is dedicated to all the victims and
survivors of Domestic Violence. You ask, why
didn't she leave? I ask, why did he hit?