Eva's pantomime
Marilyn Huck, 1942
We paced each other for a long time.
I used beef jerky to express my anger.
You are a baby on the mountain. I am
In a cold stream I took you to.
I used beef jerky to express my anger.
You are the woman who sticks out her tongue.
In a cold stream I took you to.
You are the woman with the palm of a spring.
You are the woman who sticks out her tongue.
I am a woman who matches the voice.
You are the woman with the palm of a spring.
I am a duplicated woman.
You are a woman who matches the voice.
You are the woman who made up the words.
You are a duplicated woman.
Her palm with her fist in clay.
I'm a woman who makes words.
You are a molded woman.
Her fist is in a drinking bowl in clay.
I am a woman with a stone in her pocket.
I am a molded woman.
I'm still a baby with a name.
You are a child with a stone in your pocket.
You are the girl in the plaid dress.
You are a woman who knows her name.
You are a flying baby.
You are a girl in a plaid dress.
Stand upside down on the horizontal bar.
You are a flying baby.
Cross the moon from a swaying perch
Stand upside down on the horizontal bar.
You are a meat-eating baby.
Cross the moon from a swaying perch
The feathered leprechaun calls her sister.
You are a meat-eating baby
The mother wolf hunts and chews for you.
The feathered leprechaun calls her sister:
"You are braver than your mother.
The mother wolf hunts and chews for you.
What are you complaining about now? "
You are braver than your mother.
I am not a timid woman;
What are you complaining about now?
My palms itch with smooth anger,
I am not a timid woman.
You are a woman I can't mention;
My palms itch with smooth anger.
You are the heir to a bruised knee.
You are a woman I can't mention.
To a woman I want to love.
You are the heir to the kneecap;
Scrub them with mountain spring water.
For women, I want to love
The woman you can be,
Scrub them with mountain spring water,
Touch their surprised faces.
The woman you can be.
Bad mother's horror mask
Touch their amazing faces
In the sink mirror with silver scratches.
Bad mother's horror mask
Crushed into lumps of clay,
Sink into the mirror with silver scratches.
You're the little robber girl. Who?
Crushing clay blocks, kneading
Her friend gave her a sharp knife.
You're the little robber girl. Who?
Is the youngest daughter of any witch.
Our friend gave you a sharp knife,
Shows how the useful blade is opened.
Is the youngest daughter of any witch.
As golden and bold as you? You run over there
Show how useful blades are opened.
You are a baby on the mountain. I am
As golden and brave as you. You run over there
We paced each other for a long time.
There are short songs, Rondo, ballads, letters, trio, epigrams, epics, carols, limericks, sonnets, Cestina and so on. Let me give another example of a sonnet:
Can I compare you to a summer day? (Sonnet 18)
William Shakespeare, 1564-16 16
Can I compare you to a summer day?
You are more lovely and gentle.
The wind shook the lovely buds of May,
The lease in summer is too short.
Sometimes the eye of heaven shines too hot,
His golden complexion often darkens;
Every market sometimes declines,
Accidental or natural process of change, without pruning;
But your eternal summer will not die,
Or lose the beauty you know,
Death will not boast that you want to rest in his shade,
When you grow up in eternal poetry.
As long as human beings can breathe and see,
This is eternal, which gives you life.