- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Emma Cried
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Click hereIn a room bursting with astonished words
The red in her eyes was only the blood
She has just seen written on the walls
in Kronstadthide
The shots in Petrograd
Like Papa’s hands
Were meant to crush her mind
But Emma now has no time
Her cotton shirt will hide
Few bourgeois tears
But women in sweat shops
Hungry workers on strikes
they have no time to cry
So she knows
soon Franco will crawl
hungry to swallow
The brave brigadistas
in Spain
She waves her sleeves over her eyes
Like black flags and cries
No more.
- COMMENTS
Bill Dadaalmost 16 years agoThis poem is amazing and we could use a lot more like it in these times.
DawnJabout 16 years agoWhat torture...what pain...what incredible agony!! And what awesome strength!
Anschulabout 16 years agoThis is brilliance. To capture so much emotion in so few words is a talent beyond the reach of most of us. It makes me want to stretch myself beyond my limits. I feel like I have a target at which to aim. Thank you.
twelveooneabout 16 years agoNever laeave a comment as a 50 that it is about Emma Goldman, if you must do it as a note in text beneath the poem. Other than that I'm glad I guessed it. Thanks for giving me something different to read.
