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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Space Heater</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the then-below-zero day, it was on,<br>near the patients' chair, the old heater<br>kept by the analyst's couch, at the end,<br>like the infant's headstone that was added near the foot<br>of my father's grave. And it was hot, with the almost<br>laughing satire of a fire's heat,<br>the little coils like hairs in Hell.<br>And it was making a group of sick noises-<br>I wanted the doctor to turn it off<br>but I couldn't seem to ask, so I just<br>stared, but it did not budge. The doctor<br>turned his heavy, soft palm<br>outward, toward me, inviting me to speak, I<br>said, &quot;If you're cold-are you cold? But if it's on <br>for me...&quot; He held his palm out toward me,<br>I tried to ask, but I only muttered,<br>but he said, &quot;Of course,&quot; as if I had asked,<br>and he stood up and approached the heater, and then<br>stood on one foot, and threw himself<br>toward the wall with one hand, and with the other hand<br>reached down, behind the couch, to pull<br>the plug out. I looked away,<br>I had not known he would have to bend<br>like that. And I was so moved, that he<br>would act undignified, to help me,<br>that I cried, not trying to stop, but as if<br>the moans made sentences which bore<br>some human message. If he would cast himself toward the<br>outlet for me, as if bending with me in my old<br>shame and horror, then I would rest<br>on his art-and the heater purred, like a creature<br>or the familiar of a creature, or the child of a familiar,<br>the father of a child, the spirit of a father,<br>the healing of a spirit, the vision of healing,<br>the heat of vision, the power of heat,<br>the pleasure of power.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sharon+Olds">Sharon Olds</a><div class=q>
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like the infant's headstone that was added near the foot
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