"Yes, I think I love him merely because he is MINE and is MASCULINE. There is no other reason, I suppose. And so I think it is as I first said: that this kind of love is not a product of reasonings and statistics. It just COMES—none knows whence—and cannot explain itself. And doesn't need to.
It is what I think. But I am only a girl, the first that has examined this matter, and it may turn out that in my ignorance and inexperience I have not got it right."
Mark Twain, "Eve's Diary", 1905
Eve:
I love certain birds because of their song.
But that hardly applies to Adam.
What makes me love him?
It's not his singing,
I've heard his singing,
It sours the milk
And yet,
It's gotten to the point
Where I prefer that kind of milk
What makes me love him?
It's not his learning.
He's learned so slowly,
His whole life long
And though
He really knows a multitude of things
They're mostly wrong
He is a good man
Though far from perfect
And on occasion
He's used me ill
And though he's handsome
I know inside me
Were he a plain man
I'd love him still
What makes me love him?
It's quite beyond me,
It must be something
I can't define
Unless
It's merely that he's masculine
And that he's mine
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Eva:
Algunas aves me gustan por su canción.
Pero no puedo decir que sea el caso de Adán.
¿Por qué lo quiero?
Si con su canto
Torna en vinagre
Cualquier licor
Si bien
Prefiero ese vinagre
Y no le noto el amargor
¿Por qué lo quiero?
Si no es un sabio
Aprende lento
No sé por qué
Si bien
Te explica muchas cosas,
Se equivoca a dos por tres
Es un buen hombre
Mas no es perfecto
Y algunas veces
Me trata mal
Y aunque es buenmozo/apuesto
Si no lo fuera
Yo lo querría
Daría igual
¿Por qué lo quiero?
Es un misterio
Algo imposible
De comprender
Será
Sencillamente que es varón
Y soy mujer |
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