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 a 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 proferred 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 notes to size;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 seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:
I'm martyr to a motion not 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).by Theodore Roethke
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EVERY WOMAN || 2019 || Completed
PoetryEvery woman beautiful like nature. Every woman is strong like the flurry of winds holding nothing but aught of value and love. She is enough. She is like breath that is naught, but life that doesn't fickle. Every woman is beautiful, made in the ima...