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Who hurt you so, my dear
Posted by: captc2002 (64.26.95.---)
Date: February 25, 2004 08:36AM

Who hurt you so, My dear, Who long ago When You were very young,

Did, Said, Become was something you did not know ?????

So that your blue eyes filled with tears, That to this day have never been shed

Not because one more child stood hurt by life, No Because something deathless has dropped dead ....

That's all I can remember and I can't find it anywhere. Any help would be greatly appreciated.

Ruth


Re: lost poem
Posted by: ilza (---.162.245.28.sao.ajato.com.br)
Date: February 25, 2004 08:41AM

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Who Hurt You So


Who hurt you so, My dear, Who long ago When You were very young,

Did, Said, Become was something you did not know

So that your blue eyes filled with tears, That to this day have never been shed

Not because one more child stood hurt by life, No



Because something deathless has dropped dead an ugly, indecent thing to do,

So that you stood and stared, With open mouth in which the tongue froze

slowly backwards towards its root, As if it would not speak again, To badly

stung by memories thick as wasps About a nest invaded......

To know if you have suffered pain

~Author Unknown


Re: lost poem
Posted by: narleypig (---.direcpc.com)
Date: March 11, 2004 02:22AM

I have found the author of this wonderful poem her name is

Edna st.vincent Millay

The Correct Text Goes like this

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 things to do,
so that you stood and stared, with open mouth in which the tongue
Froze slowly backward toward its root,
As if to badly stung
By memories think as wasps about a nest invaded
To know if or if not you suffered pain.

~Edna St. Vincent Millay~

Laura
www.narleypig.com

Piggy Smiles




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