Nets to Catch the Wind

<h3> <SPAN name="lady"></SPAN> A PROUD LADY<br/> </h3> <p class="poem"> Hate in the world's hand<br/> Can carve and set its seal<br/> Like the strong blast of sand<br/> Which cuts into steel.<br/></p> <p class="poem"> I have seen how the finger of hate<br/> Can mar and mold<br/> Faces burned passionate<br/> And frozen cold.<br/></p> <p class="poem"> Sorrowful faces worn<br/> As stone with rain,<br/> Faces writhing with scorn<br/> And sullen with pain.<br/></p> <p class="poem"> But you have a proud face<br/> Which the world cannot harm,<br/> You have turned the pain to a grace<br/> And the scorn to a charm.<br/></p> <p class="poem"> You have taken the arrows and slings<br/> Which prick and bruise<br/> And fashioned them into wings<br/> For the heels of your shoes.<br/></p> <p class="poem"> From the world's hand which tries<br/> To tear you apart<br/> You have stolen the falcon's eyes<br/> And the lion's heart.<br/></p> <p class="poem"> What has it done, this world,<br/> With hard finger tips,<br/> But sweetly chiseled and curled<br/> Your inscrutable lips?<br/></p> <p><br/><br/><br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />