I love the dialogue quality of the poem; could improve by line breaks,
enjambment, and stanzas.
kol tuv, Ryfkah
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I hate you!
I love you.
This marriage cannot take place!
When you were born I promised my best friend that you would marry his son
when you grew up.
The daughter of a man in my position can never marry a poor boy!
Our family is poor but honest, you can never marry that corrupt rich man’s
son!
Our families have been feuding for generations, forget about marrying him!
I’m pregnant.
You’re like a son to me. (He is her son, separated at birth)
When I’m with you, I feel as though you were my mother. (see above)
Son, you have an identical twin brother who was separated from you at birth.
Brother!
Ma!
Son!
Doctor, my mother will live, won’t she?
I’ve done all I can, now you must put your faith in God.
Ma! You can’t leave me here alone!
You dog!
You villain!
Rascal!
Your death is standing behind your shoulder!
I’ll break your body in such small pieces, there won’t be enough for the
vultures to eat!
Not even the God of Death will be able to find you!
Get the funeral pyre ready now!
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