Woman Running Wild
Virginia woolf advocated aloud the proposal
A woman should have her own room at her disposal
A desk to herself
Books on her shelf
500& to her name
So that she could write, to her fame
Yet she herself was often unwomanly running out
Of her own room，wild, acting out what she talked about
“A woman is not a flower in vase
Set on table for men’s eyes to gaze.
She is a grass in the wild lea
Dancing to the wind ever free.”
And woman stayed put
Dickinson is to be read
With some geeky head
Better at a starry night
In a mindset that is light
Something she had said
Is not to be taken alright
She neighboured the dead
And back, the quick fled in fright
A lofty mind, unfed on bread
Too imperial on her arial flight
To make paramours in her bed
Few living can reach that height
many take her as a book in a nook
She is a fishing flier save a hook