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  • When A Woman Loves a Man

    1 posts, 1 voices, 438 views, started Apr 9, 2009

    Posted on Thursday, April 9, 2009 by Denise Richardson

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      When a Woman Loves a Man
      by David Lehman  

      When she says margarita she means daiquiri.
      When she says quixotic she means mercurial.
      And when she says, “I’ll never speak to you again,”
      she means, “Put your arms around me from behind
      as I stand disconsolate at the window.”

      He’s supposed to know that.

      When a man loves a woman he is in New York and she is in Virginia
      or he is in Boston, writing, and she is in New York, reading,
      or she is wearing a sweater and sunglasses in Balboa Park and he

          is raking leaves in Ithaca
      or he is driving to East Hampton and she is standing disconsolate
      at the window overlooking the bay
      where a regatta of many-colored sails is going on
      while he is stuck in traffic on the Long Island Expressway.

      When a woman loves a man it is one ten in the morning
      she is asleep he is watching the ball scores and eating pretzels
      drinking lemonade
      and two hours later he wakes up and staggers into bed
      where she remains asleep and very warm.

      When she says tomorrow she means in three or four weeks.
      When she says, “We‘re talking about me now,”
      he stops talking. Her best friend comes over and says,
      “Did somebody die?”

      When a woman loves a man, they have gone
      to swim naked in the stream
      on a glorious July day
      with the sound of the waterfall like a chuckle
      of water rushing over smooth rocks,
      and there is nothing alien in the universe.

      Ripe apples fall about them.
      What else can they do but eat?

      When he says, “Ours is a transitional era,”
      “that’s very original of you,” she replies,
      dry as the martini he is sipping.

      They fight all the time
      It’s fun
      What do I owe you?
      Let’s start with an apology
      Ok, I’m sorry, you dickhead.
      A sign is held up saying “Laughter.”
      It’s a silent picture.
      “I’ve been fucked without a kiss,” she says,
      “and you can quote me on that,”
      which sounds great in an English accent.

      One year they broke up seven times and threatened to do it

          another nine times.

      When a woman loves a man, she wants him to meet her at the

          airport in a foreign country with a jeep.
      When a man loves a woman he’s there. He doesn’t complain that

          she’s two hours late
      and there’s nothing in the refrigerator.

      When a woman loves a man, she wants to stay awake.
      She’s like a child crying
      at nightfall because she didn’t want the day to end.

      When a man loves a woman, he watches her sleep, thinking:
      as midnight to the moon is sleep to the beloved.
      A thousand fireflies wink at him.
      The frogs sound like the string section
      of the orchestra warming up.
      The stars dangle down like earrings the shape of grapes.  



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