When a woman hates,
There is nothing worse for a man,
For there is no creature on earth who can hate
Like a woman can.
When a woman gives love
From her soft breast,
Unsentimental imagination soars.
Inspired, the poet finds no rest
In love’s poetic task
Making obscurity so bright
The critic doesn’t need to ask.
Darkness and obscurity
Loom when the woman doesn’t love.
Light shines in every crevice
When she does.
