After the tides
After the French revolution
After the mannish history
After a feminine geography
After a long career in women's politics
After the boredom,
After the wine,
After all the complements I made,
After the poetry I wrote,
And the few verses written to me,
After the flood of kisses,
After the national disaster,
And after pouring out all the anger;
I made a plan for a new trip
To an unknown continent,
Where I wont crave poetry
And my poems won't crave me.
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