Sign to Trespassers

Was ever a woman Quite alone for a day? Other women will come Who should stay away.

Because my casement's open, As I wait here for you, Comes the faint Persephone Trailing through the dew.

She has lived a thousand years, Clasped her cosmic rose; Why she comes to trouble me Only heaven knows!

And there's another woman Keeps whispering in my ear, Till she has the whole house Pierced through with fear.

Some wandering nun it is, Whose lips can only pray, Has made my house a cloister In this dreary way.

And even now your taxi Must be racing through the town. (Will you love me, O my lover, In this pale yellow gown?)

I have written out a sign That I hope they will obey-- "For all Peering Women There is no Right of Way."