Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LYSISTRATA: HOW THE WOMEN WILL STOP WAR, by ARISTOPHANES Poet's Biography First Line: You, I presume, could adroitly and gingerly Last Line: Then. Subject(s): War; Women | ||||||||
MAGISTRATE. LYSISTRATA MAG. You, I presume, could adroitly and gingerly settle this intricate, tangled concern: LYS. You in a trice could relieve our perplexities. Certainly. MAG. How? Permit me to learn. LYS. Just as a woman, with nimble dexterity, thus with her hands disentangles a skein, Hither and thither her spindles unravel it, drawing it out, and pulling it plain. So would this weary Hellenic entanglement soon be resolved by our womanly care, So would our embassies neatly unravel it, drawing it here and pulling it there. MAG. Wonderful, marvellous feats, not a doubt of it, you with your skeins and your spindles can show: Fools! do you really expect to unravel a terrible war like a bundle of tow? LYS. Ah, if you only could manage your politics just in the way that we deal with a fleece! MAG. Tell us the recipe. LYS. First, in the washing-tub plunge it, and scour it, and cleanse it from grease, Purging away all the filth and the nastiness; then on the table expand it and lay, Beating out all that is worthless and mischievous, picking the burrs and the thistles away. Next, for the clubs, the cabals, and the coteries, banding unrighteously, office to win, Treat them as clots in the wool, and dissever them, lopping the heads that are forming therein. Then you should card it, and comb it, and mingle it, all in one Basket of love and of unity, Citizens, visitors, strangers, and sojourners, all the entire, undivided community. Know you a fellow in debt to the Treasury? Mingle him merrily in with the rest. Also remember the cities, our colonies, outlying states in the east and the west, Scattered about to a distance surrounding us, these are our shreds and our fragments of wool; These to one mighty political aggregate tenderly, carefully, gather and pull, Twining them all in one thread of good fellowship; thence a magnificent bobbin to spin, Weaving a garment of comfort and dignity, worthily wrapping the People therein. MAG. Heard any ever the like of their impudence, those who have nothing to do with the war, Preaching of bobbins, and beatings, and washing-tubs? LYS. Nothing to do with it, wretch that you are! We are the people who feel it the keenliest, doubly on us the affliction is cast; Where are the sons that we sent to your battle-fields? MAG. Silence! a truce to the ills that are past. LYS. Then in the glory and grace of our womanhood, all in the May and the morning of life, Lo, we are sitting forlorn and disconsolate, what has a soldier to do with a wife? We might endure it, but ah! for the younger ones, still in their maiden apartments they stay, Waiting the husband that never approaches them, watching the years that are gliding away. MAG. Men, I suppose, have their youth everlastingly. LYS. Nay, but it isn't the same with a man: Grey though he be when he comes from the battlefield, still if he wishes to marry, he can. Brief is the spring and the flower of our womanhood, once let it slip, and it comes not again; Sit as we may with our spells and our auguries, never a husband will marry us then. | 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 THE CLOUDS: THE CLOUD CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES |
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