<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=560710" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Labor Pains</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am sick today, <br>sick in my body, <br>eyes wide open, silent, <br>I lie on the bed of childbirth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why do I, so used to the nearness of death, <br>to pain and blood and screaming, <br>now uncontrollably tremble with dread? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A nice young doctor tried to comfort me, <br>and talked about the joy of giving birth. <br>Since I know better than he about this matter, <br>what good purpose can his prattle serve? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Knowledge is not reality. <br>Experience belongs to the past. <br>Let those who lack immediacy be silent. <br>Let observers be content to observe. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am all alone, <br>totally, utterly, entirely on my own, <br>gnawing my lips, holding my body rigid, <br>waiting on inexorable fate. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is only one truth. <br>I shall give birth to a child, <br>truth driving outward from my inwardness. <br>Neither good nor bad; real, no sham about it. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With the first labor pains, <br>suddenly the sun goes pale. <br>The indifferent world goes strangely calm. <br>I am alone. <br>It is alone I am.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Akiko+Yosano">Akiko Yosano</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=560710" data-title="Labor Pains de Akiko Yosano" data-description="I am sick today, sick in my body, eyes wide open, silent, I lie on the bed of childbirth. Why do I, so used to the nearness of death, to pain and blood and screaming, now uncontrollably tremble with dread? A nice young doctor tried to com..."></div> </div> </div>

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