<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528070" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Uxley Knew Nothing of Women.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Uxley understood nothing of women. <br>He knew nothing of women except <br>Some dark memory of his mother’s teats <br>Buried deep in his mind’s depth. <br>Women, his father said, are an enigma, <br>An unsolvable puzzle, that no man <br>Can understand or get to grips with<br>No matter how old he is or gets. <br>Uxley missed his father’s words, <br>His narrow perspective, his keen eye <br>For the women’s physique, his philosophy <br>Of the Eve dilemma, the apple in the Garden <br>Of Eden problem. Uxley never married, <br>Never had sex, never saw a woman naked, <br>Except a onetime quick glimpse of his mother <br>Passing naked through the hall one cold Fall. <br>Even at cafes, sitting drinking coffee with friends, <br>He seldom gave the passing girls a second glance, <br>Not like his friends with their whistles and words <br>And wormy wishes. He sat and looked away, <br>Thinking the second sex a different species, <br>An area best left untouched, unknown, <br>Best left to the suckers who drowned <br>In the dark beneath. He recalled his mother <br>Clothed in the long robes, the tall thin features, <br>The drawn painted lips his father kissed, <br>The long red nails that jabbed in his back <br>To push him to school or bath, and there <br>In that memory her dark eyes and haughty laugh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</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=528070" data-title="Uxley Knew Nothing of Women. de Terry Collett" data-description="Uxley understood nothing of women. He knew nothing of women except Some dark memory of his mother’s teats Buried deep in his mind’s depth. Women, his father said, are an enigma, An unsolvable puzzle, that no man Can understand or get to ..."></div> </div> </div>

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