21 November 2015

A NORMAL LIFE

This poem was originally published in a print anthology of the 9th World Poetry Festival in Kolkata, India.


by Sophia Terazawa


For a woman to write history
is an old way of telling time,

yet she is not ancient

but a girl who stares into the barrel of a gun.


I do not imagine myself in a tunnel.

I do not imagine a helicopter,
 even I
do not imagine the diary of Ho Chi Minh,

for then I must imagine myself inside a jail cell,


and for a woman to be in a jail cell

when her body is already a prison,
I ask
 the historian to imagine the impossibility
of writing time
 through her black, infinite eyes.



Sophia Terazawa

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