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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389860" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Empty</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389860" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">. .Who shall measure the heat and<br>violence of the poet's heart when caught<br>and tangled in a woman's body?<br>-Virginia Woolf</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389860" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Every month,<br>the reminder of emptiness<br>so that you are tuned<br>to your bodyharp,<br>strung out on the harpsichord<br>of all your nerves<br>& hammered bloody blue<br>as the crushed fingers<br>of the woman pianist<br>beaten by her jealous lover.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389860" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Who was she?<br>Someone I invented<br>for this poem,<br>someone I imagined. . .</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389860" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Never mind,<br>she is me, you-</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389860" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">tied to that bodybeat,<br>fainting on the rack of blood,<br>moving to the metronome-<br>empty, empty, empty.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389860" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">No use.<br>The blood is thicker<br>than the roots of trees,<br>more persistent than my poetry,<br>more baroque than her bruised music.<br>It gilds the sky above the Virgin's head.<br>It turns the lilies white.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389860" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Try to run:<br>the blood still follows you.<br>Swear off children,<br>seek a quiet room<br>to practice your preludes & fugues.<br>Under the piano,<br>the blood accumulates;<br>eventually it floats you both away.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389860" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Give in.<br>Babies cry & music is your life.<br>Darling, you were born to bleed<br>or rock.<br>& the heart breaks<br>either way.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Erica+Jong">Erica Jong</a></strong></div>

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