She's made of grease and metal

One of my all time favorite poems seems appropriate on this occasion of Hillary's win:

Nadine, Resting On Her Neighbor's Stoop
by Judy Grahn

She holds things together, collects bail
makes the landlord patch the largest holes.
At the Sunday social she would spike
every drink, and offer you half of what she knows,
which is plenty. She pokes at the ruins of the city
like an armored tank; but she thinks
of herself as a ripsaw cutting through
knots in wood. Her sentences come out
like thick pine shanks
and her big hands fill the air like smoke.
She's a mud-chinked cabin in the slums,
sitting on the doorstep counting
rats and raising 15 children,
half of them her own. The neighborhood
would burn itself out without her;
one of these days she'll strike the spark herself.
She's made of grease
and metal, with a hard head
that makes the men around her seem frail.
The common woman is a common as a nail.

Congratulations Hillary!

and hemlock :)

It was a tough race, and she won. She deserves props for it, and I'm trying to give them to her. This is coming from someone who thinks Obama has a better chance of winning the general election, but I'm proud of her grit.

Tomorrow, we can fight again. Tonight, congratulations are due to Hillary.

Thank you for the words a poet of whom I'd not heard.

Bookmarked. :toast:

I'm a fan, especially of her "common woman" poems.

Here's her home page: http://www.judygrahn.org/home.html

Tonight was a turning point.