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Hello, Rick Fix ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() A poem that celebrates the quiet strength of women with a focus on their capacity for pleasure. A capacity shared with the generations of women that came before them. ![]() Thanks for asking me to review this poem. To be honest I found it quite strange. When I think of the quiet strength of women then it is usually in terms of motherhood or how they have endured through more sexist eras with dignity, peace and patience. Here you focus on the glow of a woman after sex in which she experienced an orgasm. There is of course something very beautiful in that but it is something that rises, peaks, falls and fades - a sensual and hormonal experience rather than a defining or spiritual feature of women. Is a woman an animal or an angel or somehow caught between the two? Here you define her in terms of the material and the animal. Some women of course cannot have orgasms, just as some are barren also - dysfunctional as animals, yet still with a humanity that is born of something greater. The reference to Huppert must have some kind of subjective significance to you. The French actress Isabelle Huppert appeared in some raunchy movies but is best known for her portrayals of cold, austere, and immoral women. Does she stand in continuity with the strength of our foremothers or does she display in her acting career the fallenness of a decadent society itself about to fade into insignificance - time will tell. She smokes a cigarette that someone throws into a deserted cathedral burning the place down and ending an era. You are noncommittal on your view of origins here - Big Bang or special creation both being possibilities. But you portray the latter in terms of temptation and the fall of man rather than the promise and innocence of Eden. But the blush of sexually fulfilled women remembering their experiences is the uncontroversial fact in your view. It is probably more true that most women on the planet, through history, have never had orgasms and especially in cultures that practice genital mutilation. Indeed sex for many has been forced, bringing unwanted pregnancies and STDs. Maybe this poem therefore celebrates something special, a moment in history in which women can smile but maybe not in continuity with all who came before them. Indeed the poem celebrates a distinctively European and idealised view of romance and orgasm. Is the audience for this poem the woman so gifted or the man who gazes upon her having blessed her with one? ![]() You rhyme came and Seine but apart from that this is free verse. There are no major stylistic issues in that context. Thanks for sharing. ** Image ID #1900402 Unavailable **
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