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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471724" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Women</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The night was gravid with many secrets<br>And as the fecundated moon probed<br>Through the lattices of the branches<br>The giddy wind shook her lovely boughs<br>And the sinful fruits fell into the ground<br>Rapidly blossoming to become the garden<br>Of a woman's clandestine volitions</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And women, I spoke of you: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a fell star, a woman can make you wish<br>Or make you hope and believe in promises<br>Without constitutions, with empty bliss<br>A woman will glamor and capture you<br>With her eloquent and elusive wisps</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a defenseless bird, she would beat her wings<br>To scull her own wind and you will plead<br>To be her zephyr and in her slavery<br>You shall be ferried to a new firmament<br>Lamented by her flightless incarceration</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like the enigma of flowers, she exhibits her petals<br>Like bloomed parasols and her wandering pollens<br>Will smear your face with the taste of nectar<br>And saccharine pleasures eluding the sight<br>Of her perfidiously brambly thorns</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The willowy night gave birth to women<br>In her wintery boudoir and multitude of palettes<br>And nurtured her antipathy and succinct savor<br>By giving men a sense of responsibility<br>To warden a woman's querulous misery<br>And in the vesper's open palms<br>We perched like contingent butterflies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So women, I speak to you: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a fell star, unfurl your scintillated feet<br>That made you traverse the misconstrued circles<br>Where I espied your graceful oscillation<br>Masquerading your inebriated staggering<br>Falling like a cold tear in an empty sky</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a flightless peacock, boast with your plumes<br>And sing your fluently woven songs<br>But in the night, smear the rouge in abolition<br>And let me cater to your attrition, <br>Weave your nest and be your protection</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like the flowers of vicissitude, inveigle the astray<br>With your redolent entity and corolla of petals<br>Like a tiara or a filigree, and wither not<br>When the rain tarnished for the sunny skies<br>Reveal your thorns so I can succumb to your enigma.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a><div class=q>
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Through the lattices of the branches
The giddy wind shook her lovely boughs
And the sinful fruits fell into the ground
Rapidly blossoming to become the garden
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