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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=389908" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Nobody Believes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nobody believes in love-<br>not even me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love is the thing<br>you wait<br>to end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love is the thing<br>that will not,<br>cannot work.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love is the thing<br>they warn you of-<br>the dire parents,<br>the friends<br>with their dead<br>marriages,<br>their crushed hopes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing crushes hope<br>but the will to make<br>the heart<br>like rock.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That will is strong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rock-heart stands<br>when the love songs crumble,<br>their yellowing sheet music<br>kept in a drawer,<br>their sweet hugs & tugs<br>forgotten,<br>like the merest air<br>of an old New England<br>spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spring comes again<br>& again,<br>& the rock-hearts<br>feel the sap rising<br>thinking it is sex,<br>thinking the glands alone<br>cause this tumult<br>to the innards,<br>this hidden spring,<br>this secret river<br>which is hope.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let them put it down<br>to sex!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let them say<br>we worship Dionysus,<br>Bacchus, Pan,<br>but not the proper<br>gods.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let them have<br>the proper gods-<br>Jahweh<br>with his heart like rock,<br>Christ with his blood<br>& thorns,<br>Mammon with his stock certificates,<br>his rates, his rates,<br>his bull markets,<br>& his late rallies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are rallying<br>alone.<br>We spit our love<br>into the wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nobody can bear<br>to watch<br>our love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Except the muse<br>who smiles<br>& sends</div><div style="margin:10px 0">these<br>poems.</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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not even me.

Love is the thing
you wait
to end.

Love is the thing
that will not,
cannot work.

Love is the thing
they warn you of-
the dire parents,
the friends
with their dead
marriages,
their crushed hopes.

Nothing cr..."></div>
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