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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=389987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When I Am an Old Lady</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I am an old lady<br>the young men<br>will come to me<br>& sit trembling<br>at my trembling<br>feet<br>saying:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you must have been<br>beautiful<br>when you were young;<br>you must have been<br>a wonderful lover-<br>& perhaps<br>they will still feel<br>that current<br>which you say<br>passes from me<br>to you<br>& which you give back<br>doubled<br>on our wild<br>afternoons.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The madness<br>will still be there-<br>the current of sex,<br>of poetry, of heroism-<br>which is only<br>another name<br>for God<br>passing through us-<br>God, Goddess,<br>whoever<br>we call Her-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that ancient lady<br>who sits above the world<br>spinning out<br>our destinies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She looped your life<br>around mine;<br>she took the weft<br>of your need<br>& gave me<br>the bright threads<br>to weave you<br>into my life-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">old Circe<br>playing music on her loom,<br>& weaving men<br>into her glittering<br>tapestry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Woven into her cloth,<br>still,<br>they feel free.<br>Bewitched by her poems,<br>still,<br>they feel strong.<br>Drunk on her Pramnian wine,<br>still,<br>they feel clear-<br>as if they were marching<br>through life<br>alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But it is she<br>who guides them,<br>leading them<br>now by their cocks,<br>now by their hearts,<br>now by swinishness-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but what does she feel<br>alone<br>on her cloud throne?<br>She feels lonely.<br>Lonely to know<br>all she knows<br>& lonely even being loved<br>by so many</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sleepy<br>beasts.</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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the young men
will come to me
& sit trembling
at my trembling
feet
saying:

you must have been
beautiful
when you were young;
you must have been
a wonderful lover-
& perhaps
they will still feel
that current
which you say
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