Fantasy is
wish-fulfilling,
day-dreaming,
star-gazing,
shedding all fears,
all self
self conscious no longer.
Standing as a woman grown
as high as she hopes to
as deep as a brief span allows,
as wise as love,
as drunken-gay as making love
Walking slow
without false blushing
to that one who needs
but cannot ask her [child]
that one who wants
but will not take her [man]
Giving, touching
holding,
cherishing both
until the man trusts her with the child,
and offers both.
(written in 1977)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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