<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=389901" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ash falls on the roof<br>of my house.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have cursed you enough<br>in the lines of my poems<br>& between them,<br>in the silences which fall<br>like ash-flakes<br>on the watertank<br>from a smog-bound sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have cursed you<br>because I remember<br>the smell of Joy<br>on a sealskin coat<br>& because I feel<br>more abandoned than a baby seal<br>on an ice floe red<br>with it's mother's blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have cursed you<br>as I walked & prayed<br>on a concrete terrace<br>high above the street<br>because whatever I pulled down<br>with my bruised hand<br>from the bruising sky,<br>whatever lovely plum<br>came to my mouth<br>you envied<br>& spat out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because you saw me in your image,<br>because you favored me,<br>you punished me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was only a form of you<br>my poems were seeking.<br>Neither of us knew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For years<br>we lived together in a single skin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We shared fur coats.<br>We hated each other<br>as the soul hates the body<br>for being weak,<br>as the mind hates the stomach<br>for needing food,<br>as one lover hates the other.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I kicked<br>in the pouch of your theories<br>like a baby kangaroo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I believed you<br>on Marx, on Darwin,<br>on Tolstoy & Shaw.<br>I said I loved Pushkin<br>(you loved him).<br>I vowed Monet<br>was better than Bosch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who cared?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would have said nonsense<br>to please you<br>& frequently did.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This took the form,<br>of course,<br>of fighting you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We fought so gorgeously!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We fought like one boxer<br>& his punching bag.<br>We fought like mismatched twins.<br>We fought like the secret sharer<br>& his shade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now we're apart.<br>Time doesn't heal<br>the baby to the womb.<br>Separateness is real<br>& keeps on growing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One by one the mothers<br>dropp away,<br>the lovers leave,<br>the babies outgrow clothes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some get insomnia -<br>the poet's disease -<br>& sit up nights<br>nursing<br>at the nipples<br>of their pens.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have made hot milk<br>& kissed you where you are.<br>I have cursed my curses.<br>I have cleared the air.<br>& now I sit here writing,<br>breathing you.</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=389901" data-title="Mother de Erica Jong" data-description="Ash falls on the roof of my house. I have cursed you enough in the lines of my poems & between them, in the silences which fall like ash-flakes on the watertank from a smog-bound sky. I have cursed you because I remember the smell of Joy on a se..."></div> </div> </div>

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