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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367988" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Mutes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those groans men use<br>passing a woman on the street<br>or on the steps of the subway</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to tell her she is a female<br>and their flesh knows it,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">are they a sort of tune,<br>an ugly enough song, sung<br>by a bird with a slit tongue</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but meant for music?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or are they the muffled roaring<br>of deafmutes trapped in a building that is<br>slowly filling with smoke?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perhaps both.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such men most often <br>look as if groan were all they could do,<br>yet a woman, in spite of herself,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">knows it's a tribute:<br>if she were lacking all grace<br>they'd pass her in silence:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so it's not only to say she's<br>a warm hole. It's a word</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in grief-language, nothing to do with<br>primitive, not an ur-language;<br>language stricken, sickened, cast down</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in decrepitude. She wants to<br>throw the tribute away, dis-<br>gusted, and can't,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it goes on buzzing in her ear,<br>it changes the pace of her walk,<br>the torn posters in echoing corridors</div><div style="margin:10px 0">spell it out, it<br>quakes and gnashes as the train comes in.<br>Her pulse sullenly</div><div style="margin:10px 0">had picked up speed,<br>but the cars slow down and<br>jar to a stop while her understanding</div><div style="margin:10px 0">keeps on translating:<br>'Life after life after life goes by</div><div style="margin:10px 0">without poetry,<br>without seemliness,<br>without love.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Denise+Levertov">Denise Levertov</a><div class=q>
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passing a woman on the street
or on the steps of the subway

to tell her she is a female
and their flesh knows it,

are they a sort of tune,
an ugly enough song, sung
by a bird with a slit tongue

but meant for music?

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