Maxioms by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
By the way,
The works of women are symbolical.
We sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull out read more
By the way,
The works of women are symbolical.
We sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull out sight,
Producing what? A pair of slippers, sir,
To put on when you're weary--or a stool
To tumble over and vex you . . . curse that stool!
Or else at best, a cushion where you lean
And sleep, and dream of something we are not,
But would be for your sake. Alas, alas!
This hurts most, this . . . that, after all, we are paid
The worth of our work, perhaps.
"There's nothing great
Nor small," has said a poet of our day,
Whose voice will ring beyond read more
"There's nothing great
Nor small," has said a poet of our day,
Whose voice will ring beyond the curfew of eve
And not be thrown out by the matin's bell.
You forget too much
That every creature, female as the male,
Stands single in responsible act and read more
You forget too much
That every creature, female as the male,
Stands single in responsible act and thought
As also in birth and death.
At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading is not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction.
At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading is not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction.
A woman's always younger than a man of equal years.
A woman's always younger than a man of equal years.
