Marte y Venus según Dorothy Parker.

MEN

They hail you as their morning star
Because you are the way you are.
If you return the sentiment,
They’ll try to make you different;
And once they have you, safe and sound,
They want to change you all around.
Your moods and ways they put a curse on;
They’d make of you another person.
They cannot let you go your gait;
They influence and educate
They’d alter all that they admired.
They make me sick, they make me tired.

ON BEING A WOMAN

Why is it, when I am in Rome,
I’d give an eye to be at home,
But when on native earth I be,
My soul is sick for Italy?

And why with you, my love, my lord,
Am I spectaculary bored,
Yet do you up and leave me- then
I scream to have you back again?