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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384792" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Woman To Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You do but jest, sir, and you jest not well,<br>How could the hand be enemy of the arm, <br>Or seed and sod be rivals! How could light <br>Feel jealousy of heat, plant of the leaf<br>Or competition dwell 'twixt lip and smile?<br>Are we not part and parcel of yourselves?<br>Like strands in one great braid we intertwine<br>And make the perfect whole. You could not be,<br>Unless we gave you birth; we are the soil<br>From which you sprang, yet sterile were that soil<br>Save as you planted. (Though in the Book we read<br>One woman bore a child with no man's aid<br>We find no record of a man-child born<br>Without the aid of woman! Fatherhood<br>Is but a small achievement at the best<br>While motherhood comprises heaven and hell.)<br>This ever-growing argument of sex<br>Is most unseemly, and devoid of sense.<br>Why waste more time in controversy, when<br>There is not time enough for all of love,<br>Our rightful occupation in this life.<br>Why prate of our defects, of where we fail<br>When just the story of our worth would need<br>Eternity for telling, and our best <br>Development comes ever thro' your praise,<br>As through our praise you reach your highest self.<br>Oh! had you not been miser of your praise<br>And let our virtues be their own reward <br>The old established, order of the world <br>Would never have been changed. Small blame is ours <br>For this unsexing of ourselves, and worse <br>Effeminizing of the male. We were <br>Content, sir, till you starved us, heart and brain. <br>All we have done, or wise, or otherwise <br>Traced to the root, was done for love of you. <br>Let us taboo all vain comparisons, <br>And go forth as God meant us, hand in hand, <br>Companions, mates and comrades evermore; <br>Two parts of one divinely ordained whole.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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How could the hand be enemy of the arm, 
Or seed and sod be rivals! How could light 
Feel jealousy of heat, plant of the leaf
Or competition dwell 'twixt lip and smile?
Are we not part and parcel of you..."></div>
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