Women poems

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Song of Solomon

© The Bible

22:001:004 Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into
his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will
remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.

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Dream Song 15: Let us suppose, valleys and such ago

© John Berryman

Let us suppose, valleys & such ago,
one pal unwinding from his labours in
one bar of Chicago
and this did actually happen. This was so.
And many graces are slipped, & many a sin
even that laid man low

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A Song of Renunciation

© Seaman Owen

In the days of my season of salad, When the down was as dew on my cheek,And for French I was bred on the ballad, For Greek on the writers of Greek,--Then I sang of the rose that is ruddy, Of "pleasure that winces and stings,"Of white women and wine that is bloody, And similar things

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My Amoeba Is Unaware

© Scott Francis Reginald

of this poem in its favour, though it sharesin my totality

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Flight into Reality

© Rowley Rosemarie

Dedicated to the memory of my best friend Georgina, (1942-74)and to her husband Alex Burns and their childrenNulles laides amours ne belles prison -Lord Herbert of Cherbury

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Inaugural Poem

© Maya Angelou

A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon.

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The Blind Sailor

© Roberts Theodore Goodridge

."Strike me blind!." we swore. God! And I was stricken! I have seen the morning fade And noonday thicken.

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Iris Holden, District Nurse

© Reibetanz John

`Love's mysteries in souls do grow,But yet the body is his book.'

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As You Came from the Holy Land (attributed)

© Ralegh Sir Walter

As you came from the holy land Of Walsingham,Met you not with my true love By the way as you came?

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A Word From a Petitioner

© Pierpont John

What! our petitions spurned! The prayerOf thousands, -- tens of thousands, -- castUnheard, beneath your Speaker's chair!But ye will hear us, first or last

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"We Women"

© Piatt Sarah Morgan Bryan

Heart-ache and heart-break .- always that or this: Sometimes it rains just when the sun should shine;Sometimes a glove or ribbon goes amiss; Sometimes, in youth, your lover should be mine.

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The Palace-Burner

© Piatt Sarah Morgan Bryan

She has been burning palaces. ."To see The sparks look pretty in the wind?." Well, yes .-And something more. But women brave as she Leave much for cowards such as I to guess.

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The House below the Hill

© Piatt Sarah Morgan Bryan

You ask me of the farthest star, Whither your thought can climb at will,Forever-questioning child of mine

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The Coming of Eve

© Piatt Sarah Morgan Bryan

God gave the world to Man in the Beginning. Alone in Eden there and lord of allHe mused: "There may be one thing worth the winning. (All else is mine.) When will that Apple fall?

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In Memoriam "Rover", Ob. July 2, 1902

© John Payne

My little gentle cat, whose eyes no doveMight ever match for truth and tenderness,Whose life was one long effort to express,In thy mute speech, an overflowing love,The wavering love of women far above,I cannot think that death thy gentilesseHath ended all or that thy fond excessIn this thy ten years' span found scope enough

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Holocaust

© Ostriker Alicia

And about burning people---They were never wrong, the oldOld masters,