Heaven bless the babe
Orphaned by divinity
What queer books she will read
Granted, to be a poet isn’t easy

When she is older, she will say:
“Till the Spring, my murdered lover
Till our souls meet in another form
The language of my foolishness
Will be the bridge I swear”

Heaven bless the babe
Who suffered for the world
To make a cheerful song
That could outlast the centuries

Quiet, suavely clothed in sacrifice
Hurling, golden spears of martyrdom
Up the lines my silver runner
With a pen and a canvas
Bearing the banner of lost poets

In a siege of a dead poet’s society
Heaven bless the babe
Who became a writer
When critics were white rich men

Come now Aphra, be content
You and I have nothing to do with music
Akhmatova’s cannon is all about
Death beating the door in
For women fraught with inequality

Emily knew in her circle of white
Edna urged a certain possession of zest
For being born a woman, is a clarity
In the pulse, a sonnet gone unread.

P.S. To female poets: Aphra Behn, Anna Akhmatova, Emily Dickinson, Edna St.Vincent Millay.

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    • A little bit of you and Shirlena (see my poetry book section), a little bit of the very sexist history of western poetry. I’m a bit of a feminist at times. Granted, female poets are more common than they once were, but still on the whole have a harder time to claim a fair reputation for their work.

      I’m a student of the history of women poets for sure. What kind of a life did a Sylvia Plath or Anna Akhmatova have? It’s all there, to be read. And they were the fortunate ones…

      • Interesting..caught the dead poets soceity reference…but babe orphaned by divinity and what queer books she will read? but must say learning a lot by reading your poems..:) Thanks Wuji.. 🙂

      • Thanks Nishi, we meet so many people in blogging, though few that we feel may lead to friendship. I count you as such, I hope we can learn and grow together. It is more fun that way.

        I don’t know about you, but for me the solitude of writing is sometimes strange.

      • In my peculiar imagination, I like to pretend or feel that I’m writing to readers of a future generation, or being read, dozens of years from now. In that projection into the future do I feel the most peaceful and productive as an artist.

  1. Wuji, you do, write to future readers/generations – with so much knowledge of what we, the generation of the current and past, feel now and would have felt then – during “the shift.” But … you also right to us, you join together so many hearts, who share the same love, dismay and concern – and do so with such powerful creativity.

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