Lilith to the lynx-eyed

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Lilith to the lynx-eyed
by Azadeh Azad
07-Mar-2008
 

 

 

Holding an armful of lilies

I fly out of the Garden of Eden alone at night to the light

of my own devising, squalling away in a glare, leaving

damned Adam of eye-whites red behind, as the moon soars

on my silvery wings.

 

I am Lilith, Leila, Lulu,

nocturnal spirit of desert wind, seditious soul

of cosmic split, an outlaw who would not submit.

Can you see yourself in my insolent eyes?

 

In my beginning shines

a beautiful maiden, luring men to the temple of Innana;

next I am Adam’s primordial mate, remoulded from the dust

of the earth just like him, at the same time as him, not like Eve

who swells under his rib later on, an offshoot, derivative.

Not a drop of my blood is from him. I insist,

from the start, on equal esteem equal chances.

 

I am Lilith, Leila, Lulu,

no man’s mothersisterdaughterwife; life of altering roles,

meta-fisted storm of three souls: one behind mirrors,

one in the underworld, one within your wanton wit.

Can you see yourself in my insolent eyes?

 

Adam wants me submissive,

his raw missive is dismissive of my clever crux,

causing clash of the two of us, dyad of chthonic love.

Unsure and shadow-bound of the power path,

his veiled eyes don’t see that lovers don’t hurt.

So I say No and stand my ground.

 

I am Lilith, Leila, Lulu;

mothers scare their children with my name and hood

"Be good or Lulu comes out of the dark and eats you up!"

I am so misunderstood; called demon witch with ethics skewed.

Yet Eve’s forbidden dreams flake from my wings.

Can you see yourself in my insolent eyes?

 

As I find a place of rest

in the desert, loafing in the fountain of self-esteem,

the scolding God dispatches - at Adam’s urging - three angels

with an ultimatum: that I return or He will make me have a thousand

children out of my bloom womb and a hundred of them would die

each day. I grab this instead of subjugation.

The high wind has the roar of God’s rage in its throat.

So I throw myself into the Red Sea. Saddest tears of the stars

over a scene they set out to see.

 

I am Lilith, Leila, Lulu,

forged afresh of fire, free of the dust, lifted in the gust,

lover with infinite hearts, whole without Adam,

without man, angel or beast; travelling through mirrors,

flying with the screech owl through feverish nights,

harvesting dreams of besieged butterflies.

Can you see yourself in my insolent eyes?

 

Saved by the angels,

I am granted all power over the neonate, to compensate

for the Grudging God’s judgement, as He fashions Eve out

of Adam's rib, forever bent / forever bound, complementary

in his rounds of feud, filling the earth with her belligerent brood.

So I descend to the underworld, muse behind mirrors, move into

your myths, and make them all my homes.

 

I am Lilith, Leila, Lulu;

my lips are seals of death on the cheeks of unwanted unborn babes;

my hips are music luring out of troubled homes tedious husbands;

my hair, systematic blackness, a sanctuary for you

to cast your skin off the exigencies of old times.

Can you see yourself in my insolent eyes?

 

I wine and I dine

with fallen angels in the holographic hollow earth,

dancing, turning, leaping, spiralling around their girth;

my many lovers welcome me on eager feet,

challenging Eve’s chastising God.

 

I am Lilith, Leila, Lulu,

caster of marvelous lots,

gypsy soul who slips into your thoughts

through your eyes, your mirrors, your shadows;

rewrites your rhythms, stirs your desire

for sunny stamina, liberty at will, serendipity.

Can you see yourself in my insolent eyes?

 


©2008, Azadeh Azad


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Nabarz

An excellent poem, the

by Nabarz on

An excellent poem, the Lilith myth is an interesting one. There is a link to Cain story as well.

Regards,

Nabarz

www.stellarmagic.co.uk

 


Azadeh Azad

Thanks

by Azadeh Azad on

Dear Azarin: Thank you very much for your warm and sympathetic words. Et comme on dit, "Ce n'est qu'un début, continuons le combat!" (with its exciting beat, of course :-))).

Thank you, "carpe," for your comment and the reposting.

And thank you "Francesco Sinibaldi," for the intriguing poem.

Cheers,

Azadeh


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Sadness and melodies.

by Francesco Sinibaldi (not verified) on

Usually, when
the sound of
a pine-wood
touches a care and
a beautiful darkness,
I hear a picture
and a fallen desire,
and here, in my
childhood, a flower
escapes...

Francesco Sinibaldi


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Can we see ourselves in Lilith insolent eyes?

by carpe (not verified) on

Free spirit Lilith killing her own children – a food for the dark Moon overlords. Can't we see ourselves as spiritual beings destined to fly but incapacitated and bound in enforced quarantine for millenia? Azadeh, I reposted your breathtaking poem at _www.sott.net


Azarin Sadegh

Such a powerful poem...

by Azarin Sadegh on

Your poem is not only extremely powerful, and beautiful, and touching, and musical, but what I liked the most was its deep sense of rebellion. A kind of “Khayam-like” rebellion that I just loved so much.

We –women -- should be completely blind not to see our own image in the insolent eyes of your poetry.

Thank you Azadeh!

Azarin


Azadeh Azad

Thanks :-)

by Azadeh Azad on

And these links for those who might not be familiar with the story of Lilith.

http://ccat.sas.upenn.edu/~humm/Topics/Lilith/burnLi1g.html

http://ccat.sas.upenn.edu/~humm/Topics/Lilith/

Cheers,

Azadeh 

 


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A Masterpiece

by Goli (not verified) on

The most insightful poem I've read in recent years. Happy Women's Day, Azadeh jaan :-)


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Astonishing Eyes

by Hard To Please (not verified) on

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Before,
I couldn’t see myself in your insolent eyes.
I wasn’t even thinking about your eyes.
But now,
I most certainly must revise,
they look astonishingly wise.