Can anyone help suggest a suitable poem which (in some way) pays tribute to a woman of particular character:
Dutiful, Hidden inner strength and emotion, Intelligent.
Any ideas gratefully received!
She is as in a field a silken tent
At midday when the sunny summer breeze
Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent,
So that in guys it gently sways at ease,
And its supporting central cedar pole,
That is its pinnacle to heavenward
And signifies the sureness of the soul,
Seems to owe naught to any single cord,
But strictly held by none, is loosely bound
By countless silken ties of love and thought
To everything on earth the compass round,
And only by one's going slightly taut
In the capriciousness of summer air
Is of the slightest bondage made aware.
-- Robert Frost
In my experience, ANYTHING you write for her, no matter how silly or un-rhyming, will be appreciated (and KEPT!) more than any poem you find.
Make a list of words: her NAME, things she's done for you, things about her, etc., then on your own or with friends, come up with rhymes for them and see what you can make.
DON'T worry about form or meter. Let Ogden Nash be your muse. For example, if she's worked in your office for five years and given you lots of useful advice, you could write:
This is to celebrate MARCIA's five years of employment.
I wanted to find the perfect poem but then a friend told me that if I wrote a poem for you it would give you more enjoyment.
I really appreciate all the advice you've given me over coffee and on the phone and at lunch,
And generally speaking, my smartest ideas are dumb compared to your wildest hunch.
TRUST ME, she will SAVE your poem forever.
Here's a link for Katirina, who's looking for the author of the phrase "all's fair in love and war":
10 Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.
11 The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil.
12 She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.
13 She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands.
14 She is like the merchants' ships; she bringeth her food from afar.
15 She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens.
16 She considereth a field, and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard.
17 She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms.
18 She perceiveth that her merchandise is good: her candle goeth not out by night.
19 She layeth her hands to the spindle, and her hands hold the distaff.
20 She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy.
21 She is not afraid of the snow for her household: for all her household are clothed with scarlet.
22 She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple.
23 Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land.
24 She maketh fine linen, and selleth it; and delivereth girdles unto the merchant.
25 Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.
26 She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.
27 She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.
28 Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.
29 Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.
30 Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.
31 Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.
Proverbs 31 King James Bible
She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.
She could be Santa's mother!
<21 She is not afraid of the snow for her household: for all her household are clothed with scarlet.
Thanks everyone for the suggestions - very grateful for this.
I did agree with Marian's idea of the value of your own words in this situation - more personal and meaningful.......
'The Silken Tent' is also a great poem that I wasn't previously aware of - amazing how one thing leads to the next discovery.....
It's actually for the mother of a friend........
Once again, thank you - I'm so impressed that anyone responded to this without even knowing me!
You (collectively) gave me an idea for a tribute to a woman -- we get requests like this from time to time.
If she is familiar with Proverbs 31 (Who can find a virtuous woman?) you could do a gentle, positive spoof on it by personalizing it.
For example, if it was for my sister who lives in Alaska and loves opals:
Who can find a virtuous woman in Anchorage?
for her price is far above opals.
The heart of her husband Mark doth safely trust in her,
She seeketh organic foods and worketh willingly in her compost heap.
She riseth at 9 a.m. while it is yet night,
and giveth breakfast to her household, and a portion to the hamster.
She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms.
She is not afraid of the snow for her household:
for all her household are clothed with Gortex.
Her boys arise up, and call her constantly ...
I think this could be tailored to ANY woman, and if specific lines from Proverbs don't fit, you could write proverb-ish lines of your own:
For lo, she teacheth Spanish to pre-schoolers
and screameth not at them ...
She seeketh organic foods and worketh willingly in her compost heap.
DeeCee wrote: "I'm so impressed that anyone responded to this without even knowing me!"
Just so you know: It isn't generosity or caring that makes us do that--it's pure competitiveness!
Curses! I wish I had said that first.
You will, Hugh, you will. :-)
I have found two poems that I think will fit your description. First, look at Maya Angelou's extraordinary "Still I Rise." It conveys a sense of strength of will, character, and mind as found in a perpetually suffering person.
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes spring high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
There is also "Momma Welfare Roll," which is shorter and more understated. You could also check out Thomas Hardy's "I Rose Up as my Custom Is." It's a poem where a woman chooses the practical path over the poetic one.
I need a poem about when a person's life changes and becomes worse
Speaking of Maya Angelou...
by Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
And to a man
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees.
It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
It's in the arch of my back
The sun of my smile
The ride of my breasts
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
It's in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need for my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Wow, I really haven't been on here in a long time. Good to be back, guys!
My suggestion would be Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
can you suggest a poem that deals with the theme All's fair in love and war" and is atleast somewhat well known so that I may find literary criticisms over the poem?
Not EXACTLY 'all's fair' -- but here's a poem about two men agreeing to adore the same woman without being obnoxious to each other, and to agree that she's too good for either of them:
Sir John Suckling, "My dearest Rival, least our Love"
This one is IN LATIN so I can't tell if it's appropriate or not:
Sextus Propertius, "Warning to a Rival"
I found those two by going to BARTLEBY.COM and searching the VERSE database for the word "rival." There were 89 hits and I only looked at the first few, so you might find even more by doing the same search.