Alice Anne Gordon

Pity The Woman - Poem by Alice Anne Gordon

Sorrow and Pity the woman’s plight
From Blake’s image’ry, a lost fight.
Sorrow, for pity’s sake,
is wasted energies; unmake.
Change, round-turn; woman.

Pity the unfelt love of smite.
Lo, behold thee that might
become woman, free’d from lake,
Change, round-turn; woman.

Life not borne from within womb-like
tombs of perfection, tis not a right
precluded from the single form; take
away this virtue of piety; break
with sorrow and pity, take flight.
Change, round-turn; woman.

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  • (9/23/2007 7:02:00 AM)

    very nice Alice. take care. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 11, 2011

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