You may recall Bebe Ruhi, the goof puppet with an ample heart and Dwarfism – he is M.’s favorite.  But today, he is especially excited, as he has found HIS favorite poem (this has been the activity of choice lately for the puppets, choosing poems that reflect them somehow…).

He has found his poem, he tells me, because it is one in which in the end, the Dwarf gets the girl (“instead,” he says defiantly, “of being sent off to the circus.”)

See what you think, I find it evocative of failed relationships past in retrospect, and quite full and tear-worthy if taken just as is and without any political metaphor overlay…

The Blue-Eyed Giant, the Miniature Woman

and the Honeysuckle

He was a blue-eyed giant,

He loved a miniature woman.

The woman’s dream was of a miniature house

with a garden where honeysuckle grows

in a riot of colours

that sort of house.

The giant loved like a giant,

and his hands were used to such big things

that the giant could not

make the building,

could not knock on the door

of the garden where the honeysuckle grows

in a riot of colours

at that house.

He was a blue-eyed giant,

he loved a miniature woman,

a mini miniature woman.

The woman was hungry for comfort

and tired of the giant’s long strides.

And bye bye off she went to the embraces of a rich dwarf with a garden where the honeysuckle grows

in a riot of colours

that sort of house.

Now the blue-eyed giant realizes,

a giant isn’t even a graveyard for love:

in the garden where the honeysuckle grows

in a riot of colours

that sort of house…

Minnacık Kadın

Mavi Gözlü Dev, Minnacık Kadın

Ve Hanımelleri

O mavi gözlü bir devdi.

Minnacık bir kadın sevdi.

Kadının hayali minnacık bir evdi,

bahçesinde ebruliii hanımeli

açan bir ev.

Bir dev gibi seviyordu dev.

Ve elleri öyle büyük işler için hazırlanmıştı ki devin,

yapamazdı yapısını,

çalamazdı kapısını

bahçesinde ebruliiii

hanımeli

açan evin.

O mavi gözlü bir devdi.

Minnacık bir kadın sevdi.

Mini minnacıktı kadın.

Rahata acıktı kadın

yoruldu devin büyük yolunda.

Ve elveda! deyip mavi gözlü deve,

girdi zengin bir cücenin kolunda

bahçesinde ebruliiii

hanımeli

açan eve.

Şimdi anlıyor ki mavi gözlü dev,

dev gibi sevgilere mezar bile olamaz:

bahçesinde ebruliiiii

hanımeli

açan ev..