"Song of One of the Girls" by Dorothy Parker

Here in my heart I am Helen;
I'm Aspasia and Hero, at least.
I'm Judith and Jael and Madame de Staël;
I'm Salomé, moon of the East.

Here in my soul I am Sappho;
Lady Hamilton am I, as well.
In me Récamier vies with Kitty O'Shea,
With Dido, and Eve, and poor Nell.

I'm of the glamorous ladies
At whose beckoning history shook.
But you are a man, and see only my pan,
So I stay at home with a book.

I love this poem. Dorothy, who is kind of a bad girl and totally fun and wry, picked a lot of courtesans and bright, learned women who were people's mistresses. I find that interesting yet totally see why she would identify with them. "Pan" in this case means "face", in case you were wondering.