From our Classic Archives, originally published January/February 2004

May I discourse on womankind?
(Allow me to presume):
The first fond thought that comes to mind…
The scent of her perfume!

Her hair, her eyes, I realize,
Are charms that weave a spell!
But find it hard to analyze,
These things I know so well!

She is a thing of mystery,
Mere man cannot define;
At times a holy terror, she;
But other times, divine!

A woman is a falcon, when
She seeks the touch of love;
But ‘neath a man’s caresses, then,
A woman is a dove!

—Elsan H. Stafford*, Oregon

Elsan Stafford passed on in January of 2007.

World War II veteran, father of four, 89 years old at the time of this poem's 
publication, Elsan was a freelance writer and novelist for over sixty years, 
Elsan H. Safford has had a number of poems, short stories and journalistic 
pieces published in both regional and national publications during his long 
literary career.

His favorite authors who inspired him the most were Edgar Allan Poe, Thomas Wolfe, 
Victor Hugo and George Byron, to name a few.

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