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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345365" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Briar Rose (Sleeping Beauty)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Consider<br>a girl who keeps slipping off, <br>arms limp as old carrots, <br>into the hypnotist's trance, <br>into a spirit world<br>speaking with the gift of tongues.<br>She is stuck in the time machine, <br>suddenly two years old sucking her thumb, <br>as inward as a snail, <br>learning to talk again.<br>She's on a voyage.<br>She is swimming further and further back, <br>up like a salmon, <br>struggling into her mother's pocketbook.<br>Little doll child, <br>come here to Papa.<br>Sit on my knee.<br>I have kisses for the back of your neck.<br>A penny for your thoughts, Princess.<br>I will hunt them like an emerald.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come be my snooky<br>and I will give you a root.<br>That kind of voyage, <br>rank as a honeysuckle.<br>Once<br>a king had a christening<br>for his daughter Briar Rose<br>and because he had only twelve gold plates<br>he asked only twelve fairies<br>to the grand event.<br>The thirteenth fairy, <br>her fingers as long and thing as straws, <br>her eyes burnt by cigarettes, <br>her uterus an empty teacup, <br>arrived with an evil gift.<br>She made this prophecy: <br>The princess shall prick herself<br>on a spinning wheel in her fifteenth year<br>and then fall down dead.<br>Kaputt! <br>The court fell silent.<br>The king looked like Munch's Scream<br>Fairies' prophecies, <br>in times like those, <br>held water.<br>However the twelfth fairy<br>had a certain kind of eraser<br>and thus she mitigated the curse<br>changing that death<br>into a hundred-year sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The king ordered every spinning wheel<br>exterminated and exorcised.<br>Briar Rose grew to be a goddess<br>and each night the king<br>bit the hem of her gown<br>to keep her safe.<br>He fastened the moon up<br>with a safety pin<br>to give her perpetual light<br>He forced every male in the court<br>to scour his tongue with Bab-o<br>lest they poison the air she dwelt in.<br>Thus she dwelt in his odor.<br>Rank as honeysuckle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On her fifteenth birthday<br>she pricked her finger<br>on a charred spinning wheel<br>and the clocks stopped.<br>Yes indeed. She went to sleep.<br>The king and queen went to sleep, <br>the courtiers, the flies on the wall.<br>The fire in the hearth grew still<br>and the roast meat stopped crackling.<br>The trees turned into metal<br>and the dog became china.<br>They all lay in a trance, <br>each a catatonic<br>stuck in a time machine.<br>Even the frogs were zombies.<br>Only a bunch of briar roses grew<br>forming a great wall of tacks<br>around the castle.<br>Many princes<br>tried to get through the brambles<br>for they had heard much of Briar Rose<br>but they had not scoured their tongues<br>so they were held by the thorns<br>and thus were crucified.<br>In due time<br>a hundred years passed<br>and a prince got through.<br>The briars parted as if for Moses<br>and the prince found the tableau intact.<br>He kissed Briar Rose<br>and she woke up crying: <br>Daddy! Daddy! <br>Presto! She's out of prison! <br>She married the prince<br>and all went well<br>except for the fear -<br>the fear of sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Briar Rose<br>was an insomniac...<br>She could not nap<br>or lie in sleep<br>without the court chemist<br>mixing her some knock-out drops<br>and never in the prince's presence.<br>If if is to come, she said, <br>sleep must take me unawares<br>while I am laughing or dancing<br>so that I do not know that brutal place<br>where I lie down with cattle prods, <br>the hole in my cheek open.<br>Further, I must not dream<br>for when I do I see the table set<br>and a faltering crone at my place, <br>her eyes burnt by cigarettes<br>as she eats betrayal like a slice of meat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I must not sleep<br>for while I'm asleep I'm ninety<br>and think I'm dying.<br>Death rattles in my throat<br>like a marble.<br>I wear tubes like earrings.<br>I lie as still as a bar of iron.<br>You can stick a needle<br>through my kneecap and I won't flinch.<br>I'm all shot up with Novocain.<br>This trance girl<br>is yours to do with.<br>You could lay her in a grave, <br>an awful package, <br>and shovel dirt on her face<br>and she'd never call back: Hello there! <br>But if you kissed her on the mouth<br>her eyes would spring open<br>and she'd call out: Daddy! Daddy! <br>Presto! <br>She's out of prison.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a theft.<br>That much I am told.<br>I was abandoned.<br>That much I know.<br>I was forced backward.<br>I was forced forward.<br>I was passed hand to hand<br>like a bowl of fruit.<br>Each night I am nailed into place<br>and forget who I am.<br>Daddy? <br>That's another kind of prison.<br>It's not the prince at all, <br>but my father<br>drunkeningly bends over my bed, <br>circling the abyss like a shark, <br>my father thick upon me<br>like some sleeping jellyfish.<br>What voyage is this, little girl? <br>This coming out of prison? <br>God help -<br>this life after death?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Sexton">Anne Sexton</a><div class=q>
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a girl who keeps slipping off, 
arms limp as old carrots, 
into the hypnotist's trance, 
into a spirit world
speaking with the gift of tongues.
She is stuck in the time machine, 
suddenly two years old sucking her thumb, 
as inward as a s..."></div>
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