| Poems by Women |
The Kiss (A Girl's Songs)
Your kiss lies on my face
Like the first
snow
Upon a summer place.
Bewildered by that wonder,
The grasses tremble under
The thing they do
not know.
I tremble even so.
From: Rittenhouse, Jessie B.
The Second Book of Modern Verse (1919).
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
| Author. "Poem Title." Women's History: Poems by Women. Jone Johnson Lewis, editor. URL: (date of logon) |
