from Parturition
by Mina Loy
I am a circle
Of a center of pain
Exceeding its boundaries in every direction
The business of the bland sun
Has no affair with me
In my congested cosmos of agony
From which there is no escape
On infinitely prolonged nerve-vibrations
Or in contraction
To the pin-point nucleus of being
. . .
Pain is no stronger than the resisting force
Pain calls up in me
The struggle is equal
. . .
Relaxation
Negation of myself as a unit
Vacuum interlude
I should have been emptied of life
Giving life
For consciousness in crises races
Through the subliminal deposits of evolutionary processes
. . .
LIFE
A leap with nature
Into the essence
Of unpredicted Maternity
Against my thigh
Touch of infinitesimal motion
Scarcely perceptible
Undulation
Warmth moisture
Stir of incipient life
Precipitating into me
The contents of the universe
Mother I am
Identical
With infinite Maternity
Indivisible
Acutely
I am absorbed
Into
The was—is—ever—shall—be
Of cosmic reproductivity
Rises from the subconscious
Impression of a cat
With blind kittens
Among her legs
Same undulating life-stir
I am that cat
. . .
The next morning
Each woman-of-the-people
Tip-toeing the red pile of carpet
Doing hushed service
Each woman-of-the-people
Wearing a halo
A ludicrous little halo
Of which she is sublimely unaware
I once heard in church
—Man and woman God made them—
Thank God.
* Kitties’ Lady Organs
2 comments:
ok, so there are supposed to be spaces between certain words in the poem, such as "crises" and "races," but i can't figure out how to do it. d'oh!
poor kittens lost their lady bits and pieces...
remember the story about the kittens who lost their mittens? my grandmother used to read that one to me... anyway, the boys would still like to have the girls over for a play date...
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