Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WOMAN'S WAY, by CORA RANDALL FABBRI First Line: Aye, that's our woman's way. We lean our faith Last Line: Well, I'm a womanand we're very weak ... Subject(s): Women | ||||||||
AYE, that's our woman's way. We lean our faith Upon one thing, which often proves too weak And fails us. We are given overmuch To trust our heartwhole heartinto one hand, Which, growing weary, lets it drop, perhaps, And then we pick it up and weep to find That it is broken. Were I only strong (Which is to say, no woman), I would strip From out my heart and out my reeling brain The tortuous thought of him who proved so false, As I have stript my finger of the ring That means no more now than a band of gold. If I were strong, I'd never go out at eve, When all the fire-flies, like sparks of light Dropped from the mystic burning stars, are out And flitting low, and playing hide-and-seek With pretty buds, and ev'ry breeze let loose Is making havoc of the golden wheat; I'd never go with hurried, stealthy tread To where we stood together at the gate One timeand not so very long ago To stand alone nowaye, that's sadat least It's sad to dream on the Impossible; To stand and think with mournful eyes and lips, More des'late, sure, than wet and easeful tears, Upon the Past. Why, sometimes, I confess The life-blood rushes backward on my heart, As if to hush its throbbingjust because I think I hear a step that sounds like his. Oh yes! the best of us are only weak! If I were strong, I'd brand his image, "false," And stamp it into powder 'neath my feet. Instead, I've got it stillI've laid it by With all his letters. On drear winter nights, When I am sitting by my lonely hearth, I count them over, and I think how once He sat so near me on that other chair (Which I have left there stillbecause I'm weak) So near, our hands met. Just to break the still That grows so mournful, I can hear my tears; In low half-whispers I repeat sometimes The sweet, fond love-names ever on our lips Elsewise I have forgotten how they sound. If I were strong, and he should come to-night And stand before me on the threshold there With out-stretched hands, the love-light in his eyes (That once I deemed unquenchable) relit; The half smile on his lips I know so well If peradventure he should come (and I Were strong, you understand), I'd fling my scorn Into his face, and bid him go, and cry, "I have forgot you and those blissful days I've bound my heart upfar off from your reach, And all your love could never touch it now" ... If I were strong! ... ... I think if he should come And stand upon the threshold there some day, And whisper once, "My wife"no other word I think I'd say, "Come in; I've kept your place." Well, I'm a womanand we're very weak ... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARISTOTLE TO PHYLLIS by JOHN HOLLANDER A WOMAN'S DELUSION by SUSAN HOWE JULIA TUTWILER STATE PRISON FOR WOMEN by ANDREW HUDGINS THE WOMEN ON CYTHAERON by ROBINSON JEFFERS TOMORROW by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LADIES FOR DINNER, SAIPAN by KENNETH KOCH GOODBYE TO TOLERANCE by DENISE LEVERTOV A PORTRAIT by CORA RANDALL FABBRI |
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