Her inescapable presence
Still demands attention
Even though her image
Is fixed in a frame.
No flesh can ignore
This eternal womanhood,
Sets in regal splendor;
Surely, her wisdom reigns
The kingdom of the spirits
Even since the dawn of creation.
How many girls
Will adore her?
How many boys
Will say 'Mother'?
History
History alone can tell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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