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Kobayashi Issa
This moth saw brightness
This moth saw brightness
in a woman's chamber--
burnt to a crisp.
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Yosa Buson
White blossoms of the pear
White blossoms of the pear
and a woman in moonlight
reading a letter.
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Kobayashi Issa
In the thicket's shade
In the thicket's shade
a woman by herself
singing the rice-planting song.
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Robert Herrick
UPON A PAINTED GENTLEWOMAN
Men say you're fair; and fair ye are, 'tis true;
But, hark! we praise the painter now, not you.
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Carl Sandburg
Basket
SPEAK, sir, and be wise.
Speak choosing your words, sir, like an old woman over a bushel of apples.
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Friedrich von Schiller
The Forum Of Woman
Woman, never judge man by his individual actions;
But upon man as a whole, pass thy decisive decree.
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Robert Burns
48. Epitaph on a Henpecked Squire
AS father Adam first was fool’d,
(A case that’s still too common,)
Here lies man a woman ruled,
The devil ruled the woman.
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Friedrich von Schiller
Female Judgement
Man frames his judgment on reason; but woman on love founds her verdict;
If her judgment loves not, woman already has judged.
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The Bible
Woman
“This is at last bone of my bones
And flesh of my flesh.
This one will be called Woman,
Because from man this one was taken.”
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Robert Burns
165. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
CEASE, ye prudes, your envious railing,
Lovely Burns has charms—confess:
True it is, she had one failing,
Had a woman ever less?
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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
EXCUSE.
THOU dost complain of woman for changing from one to another?
Censure her not: for she seeks one who will constant remain.
1789.*
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Friedrich von Schiller
The Best State
"How can I know the best state?"
In the way that thou know'st the best woman;
Namely, my friend, that the world ever is silent of both.
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Yehuda Amichai
I Know A Man
I know a man
who photographed the view he saw
from the window of the room where he made love
and not the face of the woman he loved there.
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Carl Sandburg
Cartoon
I AM making a Cartoon of a Woman. She is the People.
She is the Great Dirty Mother.
And Many Children hang on her Apron, crawl at her
Feet, snuggle at her Breasts.
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Gelett Burgess
A Woman's Reason
I'm Sure every Word that you say is Absurd;
I Say it's All Gummidge and Twaddle;
You may Argue away till the 19th of May,
But I don't like the Sound of the Moddle!
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Emily Dickinson
For largest Woman's Hearth I knew
For largest Woman's Hearth I knew --
'Tis little I can do --
And yet the largest Woman's Heart
Could hold an Arrow -- too --
And so, instructed by my own,
I tenderer, turn Me to.
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by
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace
One grand boulevard with trees
with one grand cafe in sun
with strong black coffee in very small cups.
One not necessarily very beautiful
man or woman who loves you.
One fine day.
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Emily Dickinson
Nature rarer uses Yellow
Nature rarer uses Yellow
Than another Hue.
Saves she all of that for Sunsets
Prodigal of Blue
Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly
Like a Lover's Words.
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Carl Sandburg
Troths
YELLOW dust on a bumble
bee's wing,
Grey lights in a woman's
asking eyes,
Red ruins in the changing
sunset embers:
I take you and pile high
the memories.
Death will break her claws
on some I keep.
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Robert Louis Stevenson
Light As The Linnet On My Way I Start
LIGHT as the linnet on my way I start,
For all my pack I bear a chartered heart.
Forth on the world without a guide or chart,
Content to know, through all man's varying fates,
The eternal woman by the wayside waits.
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Carl Sandburg
Thin Strips
IN a jeweler’s shop I saw a man beating
out thin sheets of gold. I heard a woman
laugh many years ago.
Under a peach tree I saw petals scattered
.. torn strips of a bride’s dress. I heard
a woman laugh many years ago.
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Richard Brautigan
Hinged To Forgetfulness Like A Door
Hinged to forgetfulness
like a door,
she slowly closed out of
sight,
and she was the woman I loved,
but too many times she slept like
a mechanical deer in my caresses,
and I ached in the metal silence
of her dreams.
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Rg Gregory
woman
you have gone away from yourself
you walk in a dead way
your loins have lost their sweets
your breasts deny touch
your face exudes cold pain
everything you were
now you are not
the revolution then
has nearly been successful
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Emily Dickinson
The Sun retired to a cloud
The Sun retired to a cloud
A Woman's shawl as big --
And then he sulked in mercury
Upon a scarlet log --
The drops on Nature's forehead stood
Home flew the loaded bees --
The South unrolled a purple fan
And handed to the trees.
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Friedrich von Schiller
The Virtue Of Woman
Man of virtue has need;-into life with boldness he plunges,
Entering with fortune more sure into the hazardous strife;
But to woman one virtue suffices; it is ever shining
Lovingly forth to the heart; so let it shine to the eye!
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