<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537144" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Woman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MAY God be praised for woman<br>That gives up all her mind,<br>A man may find in no man<br>A friendship of her kind<br>That covers all he has brought<br>As with her flesh and bone,<br>Nor quarrels with a thought<br>Because it is not her own.<br>Though pedantry denies,<br>It's plain the Bible means<br>That Solomon grew wise<br>While talking with his queens.<br>Yet never could, although<br>They say he counted grass,<br>Count all the praises due<br>When Sheba was his lass,<br>When she the iron wrought, or<br>When from the smithy fire<br>It shuddered in the water:<br>Harshness of their desire<br>That made them stretch and yawn,<br>pleasure that comes with sleep,<br>Shudder that made them one.<br>What else He give or keep<br>God grant me -- no, not here,<br>For I am not so bold<br>To hope a thing so dear<br>Now I am growing old,<br>But when, if the tale's true,<br>The Pestle of the moon<br>That pounds up all anew<br>Brings me to birth again --<br>To find what once I had<br>And know what once I have known,<br>Until I am driven mad,<br>Sleep driven from my bed.<br>By tenderness and care.<br>pity, an aching head,<br>Gnashing of teeth, despair;<br>And all because of some one<br>perverse creature of chance,<br>And live like Solomon<br>That Sheba led a dance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Butler+Yeats">William Butler Yeats</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537144" data-title="On Woman de William Butler Yeats" data-description="MAY God be praised for woman That gives up all her mind, A man may find in no man A friendship of her kind That covers all he has brought As with her flesh and bone, Nor quarrels with a thought Because it is not her own. Though pedantry denies, It..."></div> </div> </div>

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