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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415272" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To the Muse</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is all right. All they do<br>Is go in by dividing<br>One rib from another. I wouldn't<br>Lie to you. It hurts<br>Like nothing I know. All they do<br>Is burn their way in with a wire.<br>It forks in and out a little like the tongue<br>Of that frightened garter snake we caught<br>At Cloverfield, you and me, Jenny<br>So long ago.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would lie to you<br>If I could.<br>But the only way I can get you to come up<br>Out of the suckhole, the south face<br>Of the Powhatan pit, is to tell you<br>What you know:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You come up after dark, you poise alone<br>With me on the shore.<br>I lead you back to this world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three lady doctors in Wheeling open<br>Their offices at night.<br>I don't have to call them, they are always there.<br>But they only have to put the knife once<br>Under your breast.<br>Then they hang their contraption.<br>And you bear it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's awkward a while. Still it lets you<br>Walk about on tiptoe if you don't<br>Jiggle the needle.<br>It might stab your heart, you see.<br>The blade hangs in your lung and the tube<br>Keeps it draining.<br>That way they only have to stab you<br>Once. Oh Jenny.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish to God I had made this world, this scurvy<br>And disastrous place. I<br>Didn't, I can't bear it<br>Either, I don't blame you, sleeping down there<br>Face down in the unbelievable silk of spring,<br>Muse of the black sand,<br>Alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don't blame you, I know<br>The place where you lie.<br>I admit everything. But look at me.<br>How can I live without you?<br>Come up to me, love,<br>Out of the river, or I will<br>Come down to you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Arlington+Wright">James Arlington Wright</a><div class=q>
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Is go in by dividing
One rib from another. I wouldn't
Lie to you. It hurts
Like nothing I know. All they do
Is burn their way in with a wire.
It forks in and out a little like the tongue
Of that frightened garter snake..."></div>
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