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Who hurt you so, / My dear? Who, long ago
When you were very young, / Did, said, became, was... something that you did not know
Beauty could ever do, say, be, become? - So that your brown eyes filled
With tears they never, not to this day, have shed. Not because one more boy stood hurt by life, / No : because something deathless had dropped dead- An ugly, an indecent thing to do- So that you stood and stared, with open mouth in which the / tongue
Froze slowly backward toward its root, / As if it would not speak again, too badly stung
By memories thick as wasps about a nest invaded
To know if or if not you suffered pain.