<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345424" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Dwarf Heart</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">True. All too true. I have never been at home in<br>life. All my decay has taken place upon a child.<br>Henderson the Rain King, by Saul Bellow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I lie down to love,<br>old dwarf heart shakes her head.<br>Like an imbecile she was bom old.,<br>Her eyes wobble as thirty-one thick folds<br>of skin open to glare at me on my flickering bed. <br>She knows the decay we're made of.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When hurt she is abrupt.<br>Now she is solid, like fat, <br>breathing in loops like a green hen <br>in the dust. But if I dream of loving, then <br>my dreams are of snarling strangers. She dreams that… <br>strange, strange, and corrupt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good God, the things she knows! <br>And worse, the sores she holds <br>in her hands, gathered in like a nest <br>from an abandoned field. At her best<br>she is all red muscle, humming in and out, cajoled <br>by time. Where I go, she goes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh now I lay me down to love, <br>how awkwardly her arms undo, <br>bow patiently I untangle her wrists <br>like knots. Old ornament, old naked fist, <br>even if I put on seventy coats I could not cover you… <br>mother, father, I'm made of.</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> <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=345424" data-title="Old Dwarf Heart de Anne Sexton" data-description="True. All too true. I have never been at home in life. All my decay has taken place upon a child. Henderson the Rain King, by Saul Bellow When I lie down to love, old dwarf heart shakes her head. Like an imbecile she was bom old., Her eyes wobble..."></div> </div> </div>

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