I'm going to try and post poems (by other people!) on Fridays, just because I never seem to find the time to read poetry even though I want to. Of course I'll do this legally, and not violate current copyrights while I'm at it.
Teach of submission I will not submit
But with a spirit all unreconciled
Flash an unquenched defiance to the stars.
I've been thinking about what she means "with a spirit all unreconciled." Unreconciled to the teachings of the wise? Unreconciled with her choice of nonsubmission (I'm not sure this is a word)?
I like these two three, as well:
Great sweep of her
Magnificent arm my pain
Clanged back the doors that shut my soul
If day on day
Follows, and weary year
On year...and ever days and years...
Not these my hands
And yet I think there was
A woman like me once had hands
Can you tell she invented the cinquan? Crapsey is one in a long line of female poets whose work was long disregarded, seen as trivial and mundane. I appreciate the "everyday"ness of it.