Advice To A Woman

The sloping lines of your shoulders
Speak of Chinese pagodas.
They clash with your western face
Where child and courtesan
Clasp each other in a feigned embrace.
Life, to you, is a liquid mirror.
You stand with delicate, perpetual amazement,
Vainly seeking your reflection.

by Maxwell Bodenheim

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Find this poem a little too perplexing and deep for my simple brain I guess! Lol.