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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389989" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Woman Enough</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389989" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Because my grandmother's hours<br>were apple cakes baking,<br>& dust motes gathering,<br>& linens yellowing<br>& seams and hems<br>inevitably unraveling<br>I almost never keep house<br>though really I like houses<br>& wish I had a clean one.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389989" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Because my mother's minutes<br>were sucked into the roar<br>of the vacuum cleaner,<br>because she waltzed with the washer-dryer<br>& tore her hair waiting for repairmen<br>I send out my laundry,<br>& live in a dusty house,<br>though really I like clean houses<br>as well as anyone.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389989" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I am woman enough<br>to love the kneading of bread<br>as much as the feel<br>of typewriter keys<br>under my fingers<br>springy, springy.<br>& the smell of clean laundry<br>& simmering soup<br>are almost as dear to me<br>as the smell of paper and ink.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389989" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I wish there were not a choice;<br>I wish I could be two women.<br>I wish the days could be longer.<br>But they are short.<br>So I write while<br>the dust piles up.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389989" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I sit at my typewriter<br>remembering my grandmother<br>& all my mothers,<br>& the minutes they lost<br>loving houses better than themselves<br>& the man I love cleans up the kitchen<br>grumbling only a little<br>because he knows<br>that after all these centuries<br>it is easier for him<br>than for me.</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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