If my manner speaks to you Don't take on an angry tone; There's no pose in what I do: I am Woman; I am known. Loose flung locks, or tightly chaste: Tell me, which upsets your heart? I have mastered every art, I have souls for every taste. Pluck the flower of my cheek, Drink my lips—not their reply, And beyond that do not seek: None sees there; not even I. You can have no hope to win. If I tender you my hand You are but a naïve male, I, the Eternal Feminine. Beyond the stars my intent races. I myself am Isis grand; None has looked beneath my veil: Think alone of my oasis. If my manner speaks to you Don't take on an angry tone; There's no pose in what I do: I am Woman; I am known. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |