Poetry: The Lady's-Maid's Song - John Hollander
(via The Writer's Almanac, from Selected Poetry © Alfred A. Knopf)
Though shoulder, bosom, lip, and knee
Are praised in every kind of art,
Here is love's true anatomy:
His rib is gone; he'll have her heart.
So women bear the debt alone
And live eternally distressed,
For though we throw the dog his bone
He wants it back with interest.
posted by Twerpette @ 6:26 PM
2 comments
2 Comments:
How eloquently put...
The woman must be strong to be able to give her true heart away, and the man be strong to be able to truly protect it.
His rib is gone........but, how fortunate for him that he only gave up one rib and in return receives the greatest gift there is...a woman's heart.
If a woman is lucky enough, she will give her heart to the one man who will rise to the challenge of cherishing it and protecting it!
(and, hopefully NOT live eternally distressed!) CW ;-)
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