| Women! Mothers!
Sisters! |
2045 |
| How long shall we live
like fond darlings? |
| To be a darling here is
to be a victim, |
| to be a darling is to
be dominated and deprived. |
| We idly comb out our
tresses |
| and think of men as our
prey; |
2050 |
| but man is a hunter in
the guise of a quarry |
| and circles about you
to lasso you. |
| His swooning ardours
are but cunning and deceit, |
| cunning and deceit his
anguish and agony and yearning. |
| Though that infidel
makes a shrine of you, |
2055 |
| he causes you to suffer
much anguish and grief. |
| To be his consort is a
torment of life, |
| union with him is
poison, separation from him sugar. |
| A twisting serpent he -
flee from his coils, |
| do not pour his poisons
into your blood. |
2060 |
| Maternity pales the
cheeks of mothers; |
| O happy, to be free and
without husband! |
|
|
| The divine revelation
comes to me continuously |
| augmenting the delight
I have in faith. |
| The time has come when
by a miracle of science |
2065 |
| it is possible to see
the foetus within the body; |
| from life’s field
you may gather a harvest |
| of sons and daughters
exactly as you choose, |
| and if the foetus
accords not with our desire |
| it is the essence of
religion ruthlessly to slay it. |
2070 |
| After this age other
ages will come |
| wherein new secrets
shall be revealed; |
| the foetus will take
nourishment of another kind, |
| without the night of
the womb it will find the day. |
| Finally that being
utterly demonic will die |
2075 |
| even as died the
creatures of the ancient days. |
| Tulips without scar,
with skirt unstained, |
| not in need of dew,
will rise from the earth. |
| Of their own accord the
secrets of life will emerge, |
| life’s string will
yield melodies without a plectrum. |
2080 |
| Oyster dying of thirst
under the sea, |
| do not accept the
scatterings of April; |
| rise tip and wage war
with nature, |
| that by your battling
the maiden may be freed. |
| Woman’s
unitarianism is to escape from the union of two bodies; |
2085 |
| be guardian of
yourself, and tangle not with men! |
| Regard the creed of
this new-fangled age, |
| regard the harvest of
irreligious education. |
| Love is the law and
ritual of life, |
| religion the root of
education; religion is love. |
2090 |
| Love externally is
ardent, fiery, |
| inwardly it is the
Light of the Lord of the Worlds. |
| From its inward fever
and glow, science and art derive, |
| science and art spring
from its ingenious madness; |
| religion does not
mature without Love’s schooling; |
2095 |
| learn religion from the
company of the Lords of Love. |