<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=389841" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Because I Would Not Admit</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And his dark secret love<br>Does thy life destroy.<br>-William Blake</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because I would not admit<br>that I had nurtured<br>an enemy within my breast-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a lover who wanted to gnaw<br>my secret rose,<br>a lover who wanted to press me<br>between the covers of a book,<br>then burn it,<br>a lover-usurper who wanted<br>to take my soul-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I nearly died,<br>running my car upon rocks<br>like a badly steered sloop,<br>crashing into trees<br>like a hurricane gale,<br>burning my arms in ovens<br>(when I thought I was only<br>baking bread). . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To admit the betrayal<br>was worse than<br>the fact of betrayal-<br>for I loved him<br>as leaves love sun,<br>turning my face to him,<br>turning my hips, my womb<br>to be filled with a dream<br>of children, a dream of books<br>& babies sprouting like leaves<br>from a spring tree,<br>a dream of trees that leaked blood<br>instead of sap. . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dream¹s the thing-<br>the dream we die for,<br>turning our faces to the sun,<br>eyes closed, never seeing it has<br>gone out:<br>dead star, it blazes coldly<br>over a dead planet<br>while we bask in its afterglow,<br>now remembered in the mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was fond<br>of stars & telescopes;<br>fond of machines, fond<br>of building the most complex<br>contraptions<br>to scale the clouds.<br>But Icarus flies<br>near the sun with waxen wings,<br>& does not think of gears<br>or motors.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trees rise up at him<br>as he falls; the earth<br>rushes to meet him<br>like a lover<br>raising her writhing hips;<br>the wings weep their waxy tears<br>& fall apart;<br>the sun is hot<br>on his face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But even as he falls<br>he is in ecstasy;<br>his sun has not<br>gone out.</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=389841" data-title="Because I Would Not Admit de Erica Jong" data-description="And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. -William Blake Because I would not admit that I had nurtured an enemy within my breast- a lover who wanted to gnaw my secret rose, a lover who wanted to press me between the covers of a book, then ..."></div> </div> </div>

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