O Thou Great Jehovah, remember the woman! Wrought like the sea beneath moons and tides; Stirred by all beauty, by holiness shriven; Restless, unsatisfied ever with man: Seeing him God, yet knowing him human; Man of her making, hers from Thy hand. Yet greater than she in power and cunning, Like a falcon set free he mounts from her hold, And seeks a man's world that she never planned, Who gathers her dead where lilies lie furled. O Lord God of Israel, I pray not for woman, Fashion a pattern, a pattern for man! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DINNER IN A QUICK LUNCH ROOM by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE LIFE SO SHORT by EAMON GRENNAN ON A TUFT OF GRASS by EMMA LAZARUS TO AN EARLY DAFFODIL; SONNET by AMY LOWELL TO GOD THE FATHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |