<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=389829" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>After the Earthquake</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">After the first astounding rush,<br>after the weeks at the lake,<br>the crystal, the clouds, the water lapping the rocks,<br>the snow breaking under our boots like skin,<br>& the long mornings in bed. . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After the tangos in the kitchen,<br>& our eyes fixed on each other at dinner,<br>as if we would eat with our lids,<br>as if we would swallow each other. . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I find you still<br>here beside me in bed,<br>(while my pen scratches the pad<br>& your skin glows as you read)<br>& my whole life so mellowed & changed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that at times I cannot remember<br>the crimp in my heart that brought me to you,<br>the pain of a marriage like an old ache,<br>a husband like an arthritic knuckle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here, living with you,<br>love is still the only subject that matters.<br>I open to you like a flowering wound,<br>or a trough in the sea filled with dreaming fish,<br>or a steaming chasm of earth<br>split by a major quake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You changed the topography.<br>Where valleys were,<br>there are now mountains.<br>Where deserts were,<br>there now are seas.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We rub each other,<br>but we do not wear away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sand gets finer<br>& our skins turn silk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Erica+Jong">Erica Jong</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=389829" data-title="After the Earthquake de Erica Jong" data-description="After the first astounding rush, after the weeks at the lake, the crystal, the clouds, the water lapping the rocks, the snow breaking under our boots like skin, & the long mornings in bed. . . After the tangos in the kitchen, & our eyes fixed on ..."></div> </div> </div>

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