DD_3000 asked this question on 5/12/2000:

In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.

WickerMan gave this response on 5/12/2000:

Three Poems by Michelene Wandor

From The dybbuk of delight: an anthology of Jewish women's poetry

Eve to Lilith

Don't get me wrong - I have nothing against first wives

ok, so you laid him first; that's merely a fact of life so you got to know all his little habits, like picking his nose when he reads in bed

but he didn't do that with you? I see

I'm not jealous. I don't believe in jealousy, and what I don't belive in doesn't hurt me. But tell me honestly, what did you do to the poor man? He's a nervous wreck. He can't stand up to his boss, he has pains in his side all the time - I mean, something must have happened to leave a man so scarred.

He told me how beautiful you were. The dark, dramatic type. Usually he doesn't talk about you but when we - well, long ago - when - at night - we - in the dark, always - he used to call your name at a certain moment

It's none of my business but you must have done something very special to make a man remember you so

Lilith to Eve

I merely said 'no'.

That's when he gave me his attention for the first time

Lilith's Dance

Lilith sins?

Lilith sings Lilith speaks many a cross word Lilith has an anger like love like a procession of pillars of fire Lilith has the delight of a woman scorned he modelled me I was his clay thing into me he breathed life I became his golem I went forth and I destroyed havoc my middle name

I am the dybbuk of delight I slip into the souls of those who need me

perhaps you breathed just a little too much life, a sniffle too long but once tasting the air I would not be still, not be silent, not return to my feet of clay

I will not gather dust I do not cower beneath cobwebs I do not fear the hot streets I walk in the middle of the pavement

I do not hug the shade of cowardly buildings I do not stay in my ghetto but I strut and stride into the ghetto of men I interrupt the invisible universal which denies men their souls and women their being

I do not creep

I do not crawl

see

I am proud

I have taken the cloth from my mirror of mourning

for your birthday (if gods have birthdays) I shall give you a mirror

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