T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Mary, Pity Women!
By Rudyard Kipling (18651936)(From The Seven Seas, 1896) 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— | 5 |
You done the worst you know. | |
I ’ate you, grinnin’ there…. | |
Ah, Gawd, I love you so! | |
Nice while it lasted, an’ now it is over— | |
Tear out your ’eart an’ good-bye to your lover! | 10 |
What’s the use o’ grievin’, when the mother that bore you | |
(Mary, pity women!) knew it all before you? | |
It aren’t no false alarm, | |
The finish to your fun; | |
You—you ’ave brung the ’arm, | 15 |
An’ I’m the ruined one; | |
An’ now you’ll off an’ run | |
With some new fool in tow. | |
Your ’eart? You ’aven’t none…. | |
Ah, Gawd, I love you so! | 20 |
When a man is tired there is naught will bind ’im; | |
All ’e solemn promised ’e will shove be’ind ’im. | |
What’s the good o’ prayin’ for the Wrath to strike ’im, | |
(Mary, pity women!) when the rest are like ’im? | |
What ’ope for me or—it? | 25 |
What’s left for us to do? | |
I’ve walked with men a bit, | |
But this—but this is you! | |
So ’elp me Christ, it’s true! | |
Where can I ’ide or go? | 30 |
You coward through and through!… | |
Ah, Gawd, I love you so! | |
All the more you give ’em the less are they for givin’! | |
Loves lies dead, an’ you can not kiss ’im livin’. | |
Down the road ’e led you there is no returnin’, | 35 |
(Mary, pity women!) but you’re late in learnin’! | |
You’d like to treat me fair? | |
You can’t, because we’re pore? | |
We’d starve? What do I care! | |
We might, but this is shore: | 40 |
I want the name—no more— | |
The name, an’ lines to show, | |
An’ not to be an ’ore…. | |
Ah, Gawd, I love you so! | |
What’s the good o’ pleadin’, when the mother that bore you | 45 |
(Mary, pity women!) knew it all before you? | |
Sleep on ’is promises an’ wake to your sorrow, | |
(Mary, pity women!) for we sail to-morrow! | |