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H. Arlequin
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0 posted 11-13-1999 12:52 AM       View Profile for H. Arlequin   Email H. Arlequin   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions   Click to visit H. Arlequin's Home Page   View IP for H. Arlequin


I Lonely Lament

The smell of sheep, I hate! The noise
of nasal bleats enunciates
dependence worse than family boys.
This sister's chore inseminates
their numbers, writ, and prayers, despite
those guileless faces begging, "Speak
no more, we're tired of sums, tonight."

Without a rest, six days each week
a shepherd leads the pasture search
through deep crevasse or mountain pass,
where meadows lie below her perch.
Farsighted eyes await the glass
to leave the dells for water wells,
then night, the pen, and dawn again.

Is there no more to life than this,
deceitful stirrings within the breast,
the eldest born, yet doomed to miss
my own in birth, at Fate's behest?

II Unloved

I saw him come. Convinced, he one
whose bed I'd share, the husband who'd
entomb good seed, son after son,
til from his crops new clans ensued,
that soon he'd ask my hand. Instead,
for seven years he worked to earn
the right to choose a wife to wed

for love. Jacob's outraged concern
he spoke to Laban's waiting face,
on substitution subterfuge,
"Leah's in Rachel's bridal place!"
"The eldest marries first. No huge
event, remain the week and gain,
the one adored can be restored."

Six sons I bore a clever man,
his passion not in store for me.
Respect, honor, duty men can
give. Love is for lovers to see.

III Matriarch

Today, I have him all alone,
the vision changed. The way it seemed,
for years of slights he would atone,
to find in me all he had dreamed.
Instead, I am a loser twice,
my sister dead, his love forlorn,
withdrawn, that face set cold as ice,

as if in blame, a silent scorn
descends, estranges further still.
Her death a second son had born,
the two his pride and joy would fill
the empty heart by absence torn.
She, his beauty, I mere duty,
each far apart in Jacob's heart.

Could I return to virgin days,
no man would I let close to me
whose lips and eyes indifference pays
to passion for his wife to be.

--H. Arlequin
Women of the Word
Poems From the Goober Tree

[This message has been edited by H. Arlequin (edited 11-13-1999).]
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1 posted 11-13-1999 01:07 AM       View Profile for caroline   Email caroline   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for caroline

Ahhhh H!! What a brilliant storyteller you are I like this much!

"Tread softly, for I have spread my dreams under your feet"~~William Butler Yeats

Kenneth Ray Taylor
since 11-11-1999
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2 posted 11-13-1999 07:18 AM       View Profile for Kenneth Ray Taylor   Email Kenneth Ray Taylor   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Kenneth Ray Taylor

This thing is a masterpiece!!! I'm so fond of the story of Leah & Rachel that I named my only daughter Leah Rachel. I put Leah first, since she, to me, symbolizes inner beauty and character. Rachel is outward beauty and charm. Both are important, but the first is more so. As a footnote, I find it interesting that Jacob choose to be buried next to Leah, rather than Rachel (Genesis 49:31).
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3 posted 11-13-1999 07:57 AM       View Profile for Ohme   Email Ohme   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Ohme

I agree, very nicely told.
Member Seraphic
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4 posted 11-13-1999 11:40 AM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

Bravo, H.A. Excellently told from the viewpoint of Leah! What a talent you have to put yourself in the mind of others. I enjoyed this thoroughly! And good point you made there, Kenneth! I had never known that!


snow in summer
since 08-28-99
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5 posted 11-30-1999 02:02 PM       View Profile for snow in summer   Email snow in summer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for snow in summer

H.A. - This whole series you are doing on the "Women of the Word" is really wonderful. And Kenneth - thank you so much for your contribution to the discussion. You made a very interesting point about Jacob's chosen burial place. It seems that Leah's wish was realized, and in the end she is neither unloved nor lonely.
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