<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=119736" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>C. L. M.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the dark womb where I began <br>My mother's life made me a man. <br>Through all the months of human birth <br>Her beauty fed my common earth. <br>I cannot see, nor breathe, nor stir. <br>But through the death of some of her. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down in the darkness of the grave <br>She cannot see the life she gave. <br>For all her love, she cannot tell <br>Whether I use it ill or well, <br>Nor knock at dusty doors to find <br>Her beauty dusty in the mind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If the grave's gates could be undone, <br>She would not know her little son, <br>I am so grown. If we should meet <br>She would pass by me in the street, <br>Unless my soul's face let her see <br>My sense of what she did for me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What have I done to keep in mind <br>My debt to her and womankind ? <br>What woman's happier life repays <br>Her for those months of wretched days ? <br>For all my rnouthless body leeched <br>Ere Birth's releasing hell was reached ? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What have I done, or tried, or said <br>In thanks to that dear woman dead ? <br>Men triumph over women still, <br>Men trample women's rights at will. <br>And man's lust roves the world untamed.<br> <br>* • * • </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O grave, keep shut lest I be shamed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Masefield">John Masefield</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=119736" data-title="C. L. M. de John Masefield" data-description="In the dark womb where I began /My mother's life made me a man. /Through all the months of human birth /Her beauty fed my common earth. /I cannot see, nor breathe, nor stir. /But through the death of some of her. /Down in the darkness of the grave..."></div> </div> </div>

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