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FURTHER READING
Poems about Beauty
Endymion, Book I, [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]
by John Keats
Muse & Drudge [just as I am I come]
by Harryette Mullen
Beauty Supply
by Lee Ann Brown
Couture
by Mark Doty
Design for a Silver Box in the Shape of a Melon, 1918
by Jonathan Thirkield
Faults
by Sara Teasdale
It's obvious
by Greg Hewett
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
by Anne Sexton
The Part of the Bee's Body Embedded in the Flesh
by Carol Frost
Trees Need Not Walk the Earth
by David Rosenthal
Poems about Gender
Blur
by Andrew Hudgins
Children in a Field
by Angela Shaw
Fast Speaking Woman [excerpt]
by Anne Waldman
I, Being born a Woman and Distressed (Sonnet XLI)
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Ontario
by Mark Levine
poem in praise of menstruation
by Lucille Clifton
poem to my uterus
by Lucille Clifton
Sci-Fi
by Tracy K. Smith
Songs of a Girl
by Mary Carolyn Davies
Stones
by Michael Blumenthal
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The Poster Girl’s Defence

 
by Carolyn Wells

It was an Artless Poster Girl pinned up against my wall,
She was tremendous ugly, she was exceeding tall;
I was gazing at her idly, and I think I must have slept,
For that poster maiden lifted up her poster voice, and wept.

She said between her poster sobs, ‘I think it’s rather rough
To be jeered and fleered and flouted, and I’ve stood it long enough;
I’m tired of being quoted as a Fright and Fad and Freak,
And I take this opportunity my poster mind to speak.

‘Although my hair is carmine and my nose is edged with blue,
Although my style is splashy and my shade effects are few,
Although I’m out of drawing and my back hair is a show,
Yet I have n’t half the whimseys of the maidens that you know.

‘I never keep you waiting while I prink before the glass,
I never talk such twaddle as that little Dawson lass,
I never paint on china, nor erotic novels write,
And I never have recited “Curfew must not ring tonight”.

‘I don’t rave over Ibsen, I never, never flirt,
I never wear a shirt waist with a disconnected skirt;
I never speak in public on “The Suffrage”, or “The Race”,
I never talk while playing whist, or trump my partner’s ace.’

I said: ‘O artless Poster Girl, you’re in the right of it,
You are a joy forever, though a thing of beauty, nit!’
And from her madder eyebrows to her utmost purple swirl,
Against all captious critics I’ll defend the Poster Girl.



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