i_knew_a_woman
Death of a Rose I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain!
Of her choice virtues only gods should speak,
Or English poets who grew up on Greek
(I'd have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek).

How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,
She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and Stand;
She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin;
I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand;
She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake,
Coming behind her for her pretty sake
(But what prodigious mowing we did make).

Love likes a gander, and adores a goose:
Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;
She played it quick, she played it light and loose;
My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;
Her several parts could keep a pure repose,
Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose
(She moved in circles, and those circles moved).

Let see be grass, and grass turn into hay:
I'm martyr to a motion not of my own;
What's freedom for? To know eternity.
I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.
But who would count eternity in days?
These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:
(I measure time by how a body sways).

Theodore Roethke (1908 - 1963)

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unhinged .

(that was good in an edible way) 		040831
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pete a woman,
she was,
and merely a girl,
a babe in arms,
smiling towards the sun,
laughing and dancing
when her legs could walk,
and sighing as the stars fell
from the heavens

a woman,
she was,
and merely a girl,
a babe in arms,
singing to the moon,
laughing and dancing
when her heart was joyous,
and sighing as the tears fell
from her mournful eyes

a woman,
she was,
and merely a girl,
a babe in arms,
flirting with the earth,
laughing and dancing
when her body was yearning,
and sighing as the shadows fell
from her lost love's goodbye 		040831
...
Death of a Rose a woman,
she was,
and merely a girl,
a babe in arms,
shouting at the trees,
laughing and dancing
when her eyes were heated,
and sighing as the leaf fell,
from her dew drop lips 		040831
what's it to you?
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