Beauty
Beauty is startling. She wears a gold shawl in the summer and sells seven kinds of honey at the flee market. She is young and old at once, my daughter and my grandmother. In school she excelled in mathematics and poetry. Beauty doesn't anger easily, but she was annoyed with a journalist who kept asking her about her favorites-as if she could have one favorite color or one favorite flower. She does not mind questions though, and she is fond of riddles. Beauty will dance with anyone who is brave enough to ask her.
A poem from The Book of Qualities by J. Ruth Gendler
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