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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364107" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lui et Elle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is large and matronly<br>And rather dirty,<br>A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it.<br>Though what she does, except lay four eggs at random in the garden once a year<br>And put up with her husband,<br>I don't know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She likes to eat.<br>She hurries up, striding reared on long uncanny legs<br>When food is going.<br>Oh yes, she can make haste when she likes.<br>She snaps the soft bread from my hand in great mouthfuls,<br>Opening her rather pretty wedge of an iron, pristine face<br>Into an enormously wide-beaked mouth<br>Like sudden curved scissors,<br>And gulping at more than she can swallow, and working her thick, soft tongue,<br>And having the bread hanging over her chin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Mistress, Mistress,<br>Reptile mistress,<br>Your eye is very dark, very bright,<br>And it never softens<br>Although you watch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She knows,<br>She knows well enough to come for food,<br>Yet she sees me not;<br>Her bright eye sees, but not me, not anything,<br>Sightful, sightless, seeing and visionless,<br>Reptile mistress.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Taking bread in her curved, gaping, toothless mouth,<br>She has no qualm when she catches my finger in her steel overlapping gums,<br>But she hangs on, and my shout and my shrinking are nothing to her.<br>She does not even know she is nipping me with her curved beak.<br>Snake-like she draws at my finger, while I drag it in horror away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mistress, reptile mistress,<br>You are almost too large, I am almost frightened.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is much smaller,<br>Dapper beside her,<br>And ridiculously small.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her laconic eye has an earthy, materialistic look,<br>His, poor darling, is almost fiery.<br>His wimple, his blunt-prowed face,<br>His low forehead, his skinny neck, his long, scaled, striving legs,<br>So striving, striving,<br>Are all more delicate than she,<br>And he has a cruel scar on his shell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor darling, biting at her feet,<br>Running beside her like a dog, biting her earthy, splay feet,<br>Nipping her ankles,<br>Which she drags apathetic away, though without retreating into her shell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Agelessly silent,<br>And with a grim, reptile determination,<br>Cold, voiceless age-after-age behind him, serpents' long obstinacy<br>Of horizontal persistence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little old man<br>Scuffling beside her, bending down, catching his opportunity,<br>Parting his steel-trap face, so suddenly, and seizing her scaly ankle,<br>And hanging grimly on,<br>Letting go at last as she drags away,<br>And closing his steel-trap face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His steel-trap, stoic, ageless, handsome face.<br>Alas, what a fool he looks in this scuffle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And how he feels it!<br>The lonely rambler, the stoic, dignified stalker through chaos,<br>The immune, the animate,<br>Enveloped in isolation,<br>Fore-runner.<br>Now look at him!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas, the spear is through the side of his isolation.<br>His adolescence saw him crucified into sex,<br>Doomed, in the long crucifixion of desire, to seek his consummation beyond himself.<br>Divided into passionate duality,<br>He, so finished and immune, now broken into desirous fragmentariness,<br>Doomed to make an intolerable fool of himself<br>In his effort toward completion again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor little earthy house-inhabiting Osiris,<br>The mysterious bull tore him at adolescence into pieces,<br>And he must struggle after reconstruction, ignominiously.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so behold him following the tail<br>Of that mud-hovel of his slowly rambling spouse,<br>Like some unhappy bull at the tail of a cow,<br>But with more than bovine, grim, earth-dank persistence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Suddenly seizing the ugly ankle as she stretches out to walk,<br>Roaming over the sods,<br>Or, if it happen to show, at her pointed, heavy tail<br>Beneath the low-dropping back-board of her shell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their two shells like domed boats bumping,<br>Hers huge, his small;<br>Their splay feet rambling and rowing like paddles,<br>And stumbling mixed up in one another,<br>In the race of love --<br>Two tortoises,<br>She huge, he small.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She seems earthily apathetic,<br>And he has a reptile's awful persistence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I heard a woman pitying her, pitying the Mère Tortue.<br>While I, I pity Monsieur.<br>'He pesters her and torments her,' said the woman.<br>How much more is he pestered and tormented, say I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What can he do?<br>He is dumb, he is visionless,<br>Conceptionless.<br>His black, sad-lidded eye sees but beholds not<br>As her earthen mound moves on,<br>But he catches the folds of vulnerable, leathery skin,<br>Nail-studded, that shake beneath her shell,<br>And drags at these with his beak,<br>Drags and drags and bites,<br>While she pulls herself free, and rows her dull mound along.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Herbert+Lawrence">David Herbert Lawrence</a><div class=q>
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And rather dirty,
A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it.
Though what she does, except lay four eggs at random in the garden once a year
And put up with her husband,
I don't know.

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