<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=402226" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>the rites for Cousin Vit</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Carried her unprotesting out the door.<br>Kicked back the casket-stand. But it can't hold her,<br>That stuff and satin aiming to enfold her,<br>The lid's contrition nor the bolts before.<br>Oh oh. Too much. Too much. Even now, surmise,<br>She rises in the sunshine. There she goes,<br>Back to the bars she knew and the repose<br>In love-rooms and the things in people's eyes.<br>Too vital and too squeaking. Must emerge.<br>Even now she does the snake-hips with a hiss,<br>Slops the bad wine across her shantung, talks<br>Of pregnancy, guitars and bridgework, walks<br>In parks or alleys, comes haply on the verge<br>Of happiness, haply hysterics. Is.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gwendolyn+Brooks">Gwendolyn Brooks</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=402226" data-title="The rites for Cousin Vit de Gwendolyn Brooks" data-description="Carried her unprotesting out the door. Kicked back the casket-stand. But it can't hold her, That stuff and satin aiming to enfold her, The lid's contrition nor the bolts before. Oh oh. Too much. Too much. Even now, surmise, She rises in the sunshi..."></div> </div> </div>

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