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The following sketch, which has recently come to my notice, is of interest as an exceptionally clear and poetic presentation of the ambivalency characteristic of the Oedipus complex. It comes from a collection of short works by a contemporary poet and painter, whose books are written in Arabic. An interesting feature is the device of attributing the opposing attitudes of hate and love to the somnambulic and the waking states respectively.
The Sleep-Walkers (from 'The Madman: his Parables and Poems', by Kahlil Gibran).1In the town where I was born lived a woman and her daughter, who walked in their sleep.One night, while silence enfolded the world, the woman and her daughter walking, yet asleep, met in their mist-veiled garden.And the mother spoke, and she said:At last, at last, my enemy! You by whom my youth was destroyed; who have built up your life upon the ruins of mine! Would I could kill you!And the daughter spoke, and she said:O hateful woman, selfish and old! Who stand between my freer self and me! Who would have my life an echo of your own faded life! Would you were dead!At that moment a cock crew, and both women awoke.The mother said gently: