IN THE HEYDAYS OF HIS EYES
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An Anthology of Poetry about Being Young and Growing Up
 
 
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THE RAPER FROM PASSENACK

William Carlos Williams

was very kind. When she regained her wits, he said, It's all right, Kid, I took care of you. What a mess she was in. Then he added, you'll never forget me now. And drove her home. Only a man who is sick, she said would do a thing like that. It must be so. No one who is not diseased could be so insanely cruel. He wants to give it to someone else-- to justify himself. But if I get a venereal infection out of this I won't be treated. I refuse. You'll find me dead in bed first. Why not? That's the way she spoke, I wish I could shoot him. How would you like to know a murderer? I may do it. I'll know by the end of this week. I wouldn't scream. I bit him several times but he was too strong for me. I can't yet understand it. I don't faint so easily. When I came to myself and realized what had happened all I could do was to curse and call him every vile name I could think of. I was so glad to be taken home. I suppose it's my mind--the fear of infection. I'd rather a million times have been got pregnant. But it's the foulness of it can't be cured. And hatred, hatred of all men --and disgust.


YOUNG WOMAN AT A WINDOW (2)

William Carlos Williams

While she sits there with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand this little child who robs her knows nothing of his theft but rubs his nose

 
 
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