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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115897" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jealousy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I see you, who were so wise and cool,<br>Gazing with silly sickness on that fool<br>You've given your love to, your adoring hands<br>Touch his so intimately that each understands,<br>I know, most hidden things; and when I know<br>Your holiest dreams yield to the stupid bow<br>Of his red lips, and that the empty grace<br>Of those strong legs and arms, that rosy face,<br>Has beaten your heart to such a flame of love,<br>That you have given him every touch and move,<br>Wrinkle and secret of you, all your life,<br>- Oh! then I know I'm waiting, lover-wife,<br>For the great time when love is at a close,<br>And all its fruit's to watch the thickening nose<br>And sweaty neck and dulling face and eye,<br>That are yours, and you, most surely, till you die!<br>Day after day you'll sit with him and note<br>The greasier tie, the dingy wrinkling coat;<br>As prettiness turns to pomp, and strength to fat,<br>And love, love, love to habit!<br>    And after that,<br>When all that's fine in man is at an end,<br>And you, that loved young life and clean, must tend<br>A foul sick fumbling dribbling body and old,<br>When his rare lips hang flabby and can't hold<br>Slobber, and you're enduring that worst thing,<br>Senility's queasy furtive love-making,<br>And searching those dear eyes for human meaning,<br>Propping the bald and helpless head, and cleaning<br>A scrap that life's flung by, and love's forgotten, -<br>Then you'll be tired; and passion dead and rotten;<br>And he'll be dirty, dirty!<br>    O lithe and free<br>And lightfoot, that the poor heart cries to see,<br>That's how I'll see your man and you! -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">      But you<br>- Oh, when that time comes, you'll be dirty too!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rupert+Brooke">Rupert Brooke</a><div class=q>
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