This Nymph, to the Destruction of Mankind,
Nourish'd two Locks, which graceful hung behind
In equal Curls, and well conspir'd to deck
With shining Ringlets her smooth Iv'ry Neck.
Love in these Labyrinths his Slaves detains,
And mighty Hearts are held in slender Chains.
With hairy Sprindges we the Birds betray,
Slight Lines of Hair surprize the Finny Prey,

Fair Tresses Man's Imperial Race ensnare,
And Beauty draws us with a single Hair.

nothin to waste
Suheir Hammad



you don’t waste nothin you
know the worth of
bread cupcakes carrots gummy bears whatever
falls gets picked up and
kissed up to god

and its new and
fresh again good
enough to eat to
place on the table

and what about cherries busted and
sweet meat flesh about
stretch of leg tear of
muscle what about
almond surprise jelly jam pumpkin virgin pudding

can she pick herself
up back to the table and
know her worth kiss
and make herself new
like chocolate frosting and yellow
rice good enough

pick herself up and
kiss herself there kiss
herself back kiss
herself back and up to god