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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=481197" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cinderella</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her imaginary playmate was a grown-up <br>In sea-coal satin. The flame-blue glances, <br>The wings gauzy as the membrane that the ashes <br>Draw over an old ember --as the mother <br>In a jug of cider-- were a comfort to her. <br>They sat by the fire and told each other stories. <br> <br>&quot;What men want...&quot; said the godmother softly-- <br>How she went on it is hard for a man to say. <br>Their eyes, on their Father, were monumental marble. <br>Then they smiled like two old women, bussed each other, <br>Said, &quot;Gossip, gossip&quot;; and, lapped in each other's looks, <br>Mirror for Mirror, drank a cup of tea. <br> <br>Of cambric tea. But there is a reality <br>Under the good silk of the good sisters' <br>Good ball gowns. She knew... Hard-breasted, naked-eyed, <br>She pushed her silk feet into glass, and rose within <br>A gown of imaginary gauze. The shy prince drank <br>A toast to her in champagne from her slipper <br> <br>And breathed, &quot;Bewitching!&quot; Breathed, &quot;I am bewitched!&quot; <br>--She said to her godmother, &quot;Men!&quot; <br>And, later, looking down to see her flesh <br>Look back up from under lace, the ashy gauze <br>And pulsing marble of a bridal veil, <br>She wished it all a widow's coal-black weeds. <br> <br>A sullen wife and a reluctant mother, <br>She sat all day in silence by the fire. <br>Better, later, to stare past her sons' sons, <br>Her daughters' daughter, and tell stories to the fire. <br>But best, dead, damned, to rock forever <br>Beside Hell's fireside-- to see within the flames <br> <br>The Heaven to whosee gold-gauzed door there comes <br>A little dark old woman, the God's Mother, <br>And cries, &quot;Come in, come in! My son's out now, <br>Out now, will be back soon, may be back never, <br>Who knows, eh? We know what they are--men, men! <br>But come, come in till then! Come in till then!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Randall+Jarrell">Randall Jarrell</a><div class=q>
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In sea-coal satin. The flame-blue glances, 
The wings gauzy as the membrane that the ashes 
Draw over an old ember --as the mother 
In a jug of cider-- were a comfort to her. 
They sat by the fire and told ea..."></div>
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