Oh, Pretty Woman
Oh, pretty woman strolling down city streets
You change my thoughts, my heart throbs beat, beat
Oh, nymph of downwards smile and sidelong glance
In what diviner moments of the night or the day
Are you most lovely I wonder? Is it when you go astray
In this city maze of paths and parks with labyrinths of human utterance?
Oh, pretty woman, is it when serenely wandering in a trance
Of sober divine thoughts, or when or when starting away
With careless red robe to meet the first morning ray
You out do the flowers in your hazy mazy dance?
Oh, nymph when your ruby voluptuous lips part so sweetly
To please the ears of men as a whole sound completely
Is it not more gentle than a wind in summer
What can be more soothing than your harmonious hummer?
(2010)
poem by Isaac Ziv
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