If you can't go back to your mother's womb, you'd better learn to be a good fighter.
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Her body accepted my brutal seed and took it to swell within, just as the patient earth accepts a falling fruit into its tender soil to cradle and nourish it to grow. Came a time, just springtime last, our infant child pushed through the fragile barrier of her womb. Her legs branched out, just as the wood branches out from these eternal trees around us; but she was not hardy as they. My wife groaned with blood and ceased to breathe. Aye!, a scornful eve that bred the kind of pain only a god can withstand.
Roman PayneTag: life pain god death sorrow child fruit death-and-dying growth earth babies dying pregnancy blood womb nourishment eternal baby cradle god-s-love pregnant soil pregnant-women painful pregnant-woman nourish infant stillbirth sorrowful chidbirth death-inspirational
I'm thinking about babies. Emma's baby. Jack and my baby. Growing in my mind, if not in my womb.
Steven HerrickI wanted to feel the blood running back into my veins, even at the cost of annihilation. I wanted to shake the stone and light out of my system. I wanted the dark fecundity of nature, the deep well of the womb, silence, or else the lapping of the black waters of death. I wanted to be that night which the remorseless eye illuminated, a night diapered with stars and trailing comets. To be of night so frighteningly silent, so utterly incomprehensible and eloquent at the same time. Never more to speak or to listen or to think.
Henry MillerTag: nature silence stars light eloquent stone blood womb incomprehensible veins annihilation fecundity
from the Prize winning poem - UNBORN in the book Terra Affirmative.
"Under the surface / her body is curled, / seed of the one race, / shell of the world. // She is thw waterfall, / she is the womb, / she is the bubble, /she is the tomb. // Her hair flows upward, / blood red of the birth. / Her arms are folded / deep into the earth. // She is the fern, / she is the bark, / she is the lantern, / she is the dark. // Her eyes burn the flame / of the old and the young. / Her breath is the name / of each branch of each lung. // She is the ingredient. / She is the blend. / She is the beginning. / She is the end.
Tag: world breath earth body birth flame womb
Life turns, and returns death. Where death digs its claws into the grave only to pull out life, as a baby from a womb; and the recycle of air, the recycle of struggles that never achieve satisfaction, in a constant turning world, of an untuned universe.
Anthony LiccioneTag: life death universe satisfaction womb struggles recycle rotating
You were formed inside a borrowed womb—a nourishing safe haven for months—then delivered through painful effort and sacrifice by a woman willing to give you the precious gift of life. That truth alone deserves your gratitude and respect.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: motherhood mother gratitude birth womanhood womb mom richelle richelle-goodrich mother-s-day
She had traded that first womb for twenty notes and a case of Ras Tiegan beer.
Kameron HurleyTag: womb
Granted, not all uneducated women are prostitutes, and, not all prostitutes are uneducated. However, where building a family is employment, an uneducated woman's womb is her diploma.
Mokokoma MokhonoanaTag: money education family prostitution employment womb contribution prostitutes diploma
Men marry for the womb. Women marry for their tummy.
Mokokoma MokhonoanaTag: children relationships dating reproduction womb marriage-advice procreation
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