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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=389853" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dear Colette</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear Colette,<br>I want to write to you<br>about being a woman<br>for that is what you write to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I want to tell you how your face<br>enduring after thirty, forty, fifty. . .<br>hangs above my desk<br>like my own muse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I want to tell you how your hands<br>reach out from your books<br>& seize my heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I want to tell you how your hair<br>electrifies my thoughts<br>like my own halo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I want to tell you how your eyes<br>penetrate my fear<br>& make it melt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I want to tell you<br>simply that I love you--<br>though you are &quot;dead&quot;<br>& I am still &quot;alive.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Suicides & spinsters--<br>all our kind!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even decorous Jane Austen<br>never marrying,<br>& Sappho leaping,<br>& Sylvia in the oven,<br>& Anna Wickham, Tsvetaeva, Sara Teasdale,<br>& pale Virginia floating like Ophelia,<br>& Emily alone, alone, alone. . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But you endure & marry,<br>go on writing,<br>lose a husband, gain a husband,<br>go on writing,<br>sing & tap dance<br>& you go on writing,<br>have a child & still<br>you go on writing,<br>love a woman, love a man<br>& go on writing.<br>You endure your writing<br>& your life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear Colette,<br>I only want to thank you:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for your eyes ringed<br>with bluest paint like bruises,<br>for your hair gathering sparks<br>like brush fire,<br>for your hands which never willingly<br>let go,<br>for your years, your child, your lovers,<br>all your books. . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear Colette,<br>you hold me<br>to this life.</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>
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I want to write to you
about being a woman
for that is what you write to me.

I want to tell you how your face
enduring after thirty, forty, fifty. . .
hangs above my desk
like my own muse.

I want to tell you how your hands
reach ou..."></div>
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