Modern Love XXII: What May the Woman by George Meredith
What may the woman labour to confess? There is about her mouth a nervous twitch. 'Tis something to be told, or hidden:--which? I get a glimpse of hell in this mild guess. She has desires of touch, as if to feel That all the household things are things she knew. She stops before the glass. What sight in view? A face that seems the latest to reveal! For she turns from it hastily, and tossed Irresolute, steals shadow-like to where I stand; and wavering pale before me there, Her tears fall still as oak-leaves after frost.
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"What may the woman labour to confess?..."
"Modern Love XXII: What May the Woman" by George Meredith is a love and nature english poem consisting of 16 lines. This English poem by George Meredith demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "What may the woman labour to confess? There is about her mouth a nervous twitch....", this piece explores themes of love and nature through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. George Meredith's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.