Every Woman's Face, The Face of God
In every one of Her Faces, the Face of God;
every She-speaks speaks in deep to me
I listen <Hear Her quavering Earthquivering Her songsinging
re minds me. I too quiverquaver that our palaver
finds Her Kind Kind to me.> Her smile glistens. . .
Woman as angelwings' Spring: so
softsilvered She rings, in wind She swings; Her Bell heeded
each meeting Her birthscompleted.
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