I was sick of being a woman,
sick of the pain,
the irrelevant detail of sex,
my own concavity
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A thoughtful poem, sick of things that goes on routine only.
seeking the garden of solitude instead of men. The white bed in the green garden .......... when you arrived, I tried to beat you away with my sadness, ............... Bear, beast, lover of the book of my body, you turned my pages and discovered what was there to be written on the other side.
ERICA JONG, she wears the surname of her second husband, Allan Jong, a Chinese American psychiatrist, share many similarities to those of the narrator described in Fear of Flying, and Fear of Flying was my first book of her. How I enjoyed that book! Erica Jong was for me The Poetess and writer embodying the woman. Excellent! A Full 10