XIII. The First Feminist
1When first I chased and beat you to your knees
2And wried your arm and marked your temple bone
3And wooed you, Sweet, and won you for my own,
4Those were not hairless-chested times like these!
5Wing'd saurians slithered down the charnel seas
6And giant insects glistened, basked, and shone,
7And snag-toothed ape-men fought with knives of stone --
8And wise she-spouses mostly aimed to please!
9But were not you the Primal Feminist
10Ten hundred thousand years ago, my Love,
11When we were first incarnate? I will say
12Women Expressed themselves e'en then, Sweet Dove!
13I do recall as if 'twere yesterday
14That time your teeth met through my dexter wrist.
Don Marquis (1878-1937)
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