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| | From: TheGryphon (Original Message) | Sent: 2/27/2008 12:47 AM |
Woman Don't say her skin is alabaster. She's not some goddess Standing cold and dusty In an old museum She's warm and smelling of lilacs Fresh from her bath. Don't say her eyes are sapphires. It is true they shine, But from within; Never artificially. They are windows to her mind Reflections of her soul. Don't say her teeth are pearls, Or her lips are rubies, For these are mere stones; Not precious enough to compare. I know of nothing that is. Don't even try to describe her. Just remember that, Created from Adam's rib, She's second best, and second hand. She's just a woman after all. January 1972 |
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Wow Gryphon...you really surprised me with the last stanza! You took this somewhere I wasn't headed at all (I've been reading too much Keats I think, if that's possible)... I love the way this discourages the iconic worship of the ideal...I thought you were going to point to the fact that the reality is more than sufficient (which ultimately you do)...but the ending leaves a bitter taste... Am I misreading? Even if I am...this is powerful to me...Thanks, J |
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oh my word, i also thought it was going to end differently. i got the same feel as you did jen, i think its supposed to leave that bitter taste at the end. gryphon i loved it, very moving |
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Wow! What might have been a lovely (but forgettable) poem in praise of woman turned into an indelible one at the end. What could be more stunning than the contrast between the first 3/4 and the last 1/4? You show woman as the precious phenomenon she is, then show how she is tossed away by shoddy opinion which values the things she is not more than the things she is. |
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Belle, you nailed what I was trying to say in this poem! Many folks who've read this poem of mine have also commented on the "bitter" aftertaste. That was not my intention. Irony was what I was reaching for..... I do not consider myself a "Feminist" or a "Women's Libber." When other women were striving for "equality," I rebelled! IMO, why give up superiority for equality? Much of my Poetry is written when I have the "Blues...." For some reason unknown to me, the Muses visit me more then, than they do when I'm euphoric.... Thank you all for your nice comments. I'll post more of my Poetry since you appreciate it. |
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