<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510822" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mary, Pity Women!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You call yourself a man,<br> For all you used to swear,<br>An' leave me, as you can,<br> My certain shame to bear?<br> I 'ear! You do not care --<br>You done the worst you know.<br> I 'ate you, grinnin' there. . . .<br>Ah, Gawd, I love you so!<br> <br> Nice while it lasted, an' now it is over --<br> Tear out your 'eart an' good-bye to your lover!<br> What's the use o' grievin', when the mother that bore you<br> (Mary, pity women!) knew it all before you?<br> <br>It aren't no false alarm,<br> The finish to your fun;<br>You -- you 'ave brung the 'arm,<br> An' I'm the ruined one;<br> An' now you'll off an' run<br>With some new fool in tow.<br> Your 'eart? You 'aven't none. . . .<br>Ah, Gawd, I love you so!<br> <br> When a man is tired there is naught will bind 'im;<br> All 'e solemn promised 'e will shove be'ind 'im.<br> What's the good o' prayin' for The Wrath to strike 'im<br> (Mary, pity women!), when the rest are like 'im?<br> <br>What 'ope for me or -- it?<br> What's left for us to do?<br>I've walked with men a bit,<br> But this -- but this is you.<br>So 'elp me Christ, it's true!<br> Where can I 'ide or go?<br>You coward through and through! . . .<br> Ah, Gawd, I love you so!<br> <br> All the more you give 'em the less are they for givin' --<br> Love lies dead, an' you cannot kiss 'im livin'.<br> Down the road 'e led you there is no returnin'<br> (Mary, pity women!), but you're late in learnin'!<br> <br>You'd like to treat me fair?<br> You can't, because we're pore?<br>We'd starve? What do I care!<br> We might, but ~this~ is shore!<br> I want the name -- no more --<br>The name, an' lines to show,<br> An' not to be an 'ore. . . .<br>Ah, Gawd, I love you so!<br> <br> What's the good o' pleadin', when the mother that bore you<br> (Mary, pity women!) knew it all before you?<br> Sleep on 'is promises an' wake to your sorrow<br> (Mary, pity women!), for we sail to-morrow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510822" data-title="Mary, Pity Women! de Rudyard Kipling" data-description="You call yourself a man, For all you used to swear, An' leave me, as you can, My certain shame to bear? I 'ear! You do not care -- You done the worst you know. I 'ate you, grinnin' there. . . . Ah, Gawd, I love you so! Nice while it lasted,..."></div> </div> </div>

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