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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345427" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rapunzel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A woman <br>who loves a woman <br>is forever young. <br>The mentor <br>and the student <br>feed off each other. <br>Many a girl <br>had an old aunt <br>who locked her in the study <br>to keep the boys away. <br>They would play rummy <br>or lie on the couch <br>and touch and touch. <br>Old breast against young breast… <br>Let your dress fall down your shoulder, <br>come touch a copy of you <br>for I am at the mercy of rain, <br>for I have left the three Christs of Ypsilanti <br>for I have left the long naps of Ann Arbor <br>and the church spires have turned to stumps. <br>The sea bangs into my cloister <br>for the politicians are dying, <br>and dying so hold me, my young dear, <br>hold me… <br>The yellow rose will turn to cinder <br>and New York City will fall in <br>before we are done so hold me, <br>my young dear, hold me. <br>Put your pale arms around my neck. <br>Let me hold your heart like a flower <br>lest it bloom and collapse. <br>Give me your skin <br>as sheer as a cobweb, <br>let me open it up <br>and listen in and scoop out the dark. <br>Give me your nether lips <br>all puffy with their art <br>and I will give you angel fire in return. <br>We are two clouds <br>glistening in the bottle glass. <br>We are two birds <br>washing in the same mirror. <br>We were fair game <br>but we have kept out of the cesspool. <br>We are strong. <br>We are the good ones. <br>Do not discover us <br>for we lie together all in green <br>like pond weeds. <br>Hold me, my young dear, hold me. <br>They touch their delicate watches <br>one at a time. <br>They dance to the lute <br>two at a time. <br>They are as tender as bog moss. <br>They play mother-me-do <br>all day. <br>A woman <br>who loves a woman <br>is forever young. <br>Once there was a witch's garden <br>more beautiful than Eve's <br>with carrots growing like little fish, <br>with many tomatoes rich as frogs, <br>onions as ingrown as hearts, <br>the squash singing like a dolphin <br>and one patch given over wholly to magic - <br>rampion, a kind of salad root <br>a kind of harebell more potent than penicillin, <br>growing leaf by leaf, skin by skin. <br>as rapt and as fluid as Isadoran Duncan. <br>However the witch's garden was kept locked <br>and each day a woman who was with child <br>looked upon the rampion wildly, <br>fancying that she would die <br>if she could not have it. <br>Her husband feared for her welfare <br>and thus climbed into the garden <br>to fetch the life-giving tubers. <br>Ah ha, cried the witch, <br>whose proper name was Mother Gothel, <br>you are a thief and now you will die. <br>However they made a trade, <br>typical enough in those times. <br>He promised his child to Mother Gothel <br>so of course when it was born <br>she took the child away with her. <br>She gave the child the name Rapunzel, <br>another name for the life-giving rampion. <br>Because Rapunzel was a beautiful girl <br>Mother Gothel treasured her beyond all things. <br>As she grew older Mother Gothel thought: <br>None but I will ever see her or touch her. <br>She locked her in a tow without a door <br>or a staircase. It had only a high window. <br>When the witch wanted to enter she cried' <br>Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair. <br>Rapunzel's hair fell to the ground like a rainbow. <br>It was as strong as a dandelion <br>and as strong as a dog leash. <br>Hand over hand she shinnied up <br>the hair like a sailor <br>and there in the stone-cold room, <br>as cold as a museum, <br>Mother Gothel cried: <br>Hold me, my young dear, hold me, <br>and thus they played mother-me-do. <br>Years later a prince came by <br>and heard Rapunzel singing her loneliness. <br>That song pierced his heart like a valentine <br>but he could find no way to get to her. <br>Like a chameleon he hid himself among the trees <br>and watched the witch ascend the swinging hair. <br>The next day he himself called out: <br>Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair, <br>and thus they met and he declared his love. <br>What is this beast, she thought, <br>with muscles on his arms <br>like a bag of snakes? <br>What is this moss on his legs? <br>What prickly plant grows on his cheeks? <br>What is this voice as deep as a dog? <br>Yet he dazzled her with his answers. <br>Yet he dazzled her with his dancing stick. <br>They lay together upon the yellowy threads, <br>swimming through them <br>like minnows through kelp <br>and they sang out benedictions like the Pope. <br>Each day he brought her a skein of silk <br>to fashion a ladder so they could both escape. <br>But Mother Gothel discovered the plot <br>and cut off Rapunzel's hair to her ears <br>and took her into the forest to repent. <br>When the prince came the witch fastened <br>the hair to a hook and let it down. <br>When he saw Rapunzel had been banished <br>he flung himself out of the tower, a side of beef. <br>He was blinded by thorns that prickled him like tacks. <br>As blind as Oedipus he wandered for years <br>until he heard a song that pierced his heart <br>like that long-ago valentine. <br>As he kissed Rapunzel her tears fell on his eyes <br>and in the manner of such cure-alls <br>his sight was suddenly restored. <br>They lived happily as you might expect <br>proving that mother-me-do <br>can be outgrown, <br>just as the fish on Friday, <br>just as a tricycle. <br>The world, some say, <br>is made up of couples. <br>A rose must have a stem. <br>As for Mother Gothel, <br>her heart shrank to the size of a pin, <br>never again to say: Hold me, my young dear, <br>hold me, <br>and only as she dreamed of the yellow hair <br>did moonlight sift into her mouth.</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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who loves a woman 
is forever young. 
The mentor 
and the student 
feed off each other. 
Many a girl 
had an old aunt 
who locked her in the study 
to keep the boys away. 
They would play rummy 
or lie on the couch 
and touch and touch. 
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