Women. Poem by Robert Crawford

Women.

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Alas! we women are the fools of you:
You mould us and you mar us — we are yours,
And ever have been since the birth of love,
Flowers cherished for a while, soon to be cast
As weeds away; and yet as weeds in the mire
Our fading hues breathe to the last of you.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: birth,flowers,women
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