Eve: "Wh-what?! Is this the distaff side?"
. . . . . Woman has no soul, no Anima; but she has an Animus. --- Jung
. . . .. Nyah, nyah! She ain't got no penis neither. --- Freud
For more of life, he tried; but night and day
the patient, urgent worm within him ate
the little bit he had.
the little bit he had.She threw away
or lost [or hid] what need for words there may
have been and, like the child who learned to wait
for more of life, she lied.
for more of life, she lied. But Night and Day,
opposing blades too blunt to cut---[Were they
too dull to entertain or celebrate
the little bit she had?]--She threw away.
He chided her, "Such waste!. What can you say
for your Self now? Time grows so soon too late
for more of Life!"
for more of life!" She cried, "But . . . "
for more of life!" She cried, "But . . . " Night and day,
with unpersuasive hands too weak to sway
strange tides that rocked his mind, she grew to hate
the little bit She had.
the little bit She had. She threw away,
to his surprise, in shameless wild display
her grey cocoon and said, "So much for Fate!"
For more of life, he sighed.
For more of life, he sighed. But, Night and Day?
The little bit she had, She threw away.
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