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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Truce Between the Sexes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For a long time unhappy<br>with my man,<br>I blamed men,<br>blamed marriage, blamed<br>the whole bleeding world,<br>Because I could not lie in bed with him<br>without lying to him<br>or else to myself,<br>& lying to myself<br>became increasingly hard<br>as my poems<br>struck rock.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My life & my poems lived apart;<br>I had to marry them,<br>& marrying them<br>meant divorcing him,<br>divorcing the lie.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now I lie in bed<br>with my poems on the sheets<br>& a man I love<br>sleeping or reading<br>at my side.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Because I love him,<br>I do not think of him<br>as 'Men,'<br>but as my friend.<br>Hate generalizes;<br>love is particular.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He is not Men, man, male-<br>all those maddening m's<br>muttering like machine-gun spittle,<br>but only a person like me,<br>dreaming, vulnerable, scared,<br>his dreams<br>opening into rooms<br>where the chairs<br>are wishes you can sit on<br>& the rugs are wonderful<br>with oriental birds.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The first month we lived together<br>I was mad with joy,<br>thinking that a person with a penis<br>could dream, tell jokes, even cry.<br>Now I found it usual,<br>& when other women sputter<br>of their rage,<br>I look at them blankly,<br>half comprehending<br>those poor medieval creatures<br>from a dark, dark age.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I wonder about myself.<br>Was I always so fickle?<br>Must politics always be personal?<br>If I struck oil,<br>would I crusade<br>for depletion allowances?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Erica, Erica,<br>you are hard on yourself.<br>Lie back & enjoy the cease-fire.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Trouble will come again.<br>Sex will grow horns & warts.<br>The white sheets of this bed<br>will be splattered with blood.<br>Just wait.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But I don't believe it.<br>There will be trouble enough,<br>but a different sort.</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>