Reading poems of the aristocratic ladies
of the Heian court,such intimate poems -
yet from women whose personal names are lost,
all known only by the names of their fathers
and husbands; names which now give them
their identity, a male veil over female lives.
Yet I'm thinking of the common women of
the time, whose lives are now utterly lost
beyond the items dug up from the dirt and soil -
lives on which the courtly love intrigues,
and everything else in the shining capital,
was built. What do these aristocratic
authors give to the other women?
Nothing. Their poems an another
kind of veil that hides. It gives
the voice of the nameless
and hides the voiceless.
16.04.2023
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