In the dark womb where I began
My Mother's life made me a man
Through all the months of human birth
Her beauty fed my common earth
I cannot see, nor breathe, nor stir
But through the death of some of her
Down in the darkness of the grave
She cannot see the life she gave
For all her love she cannot tell
Whether I use it ill or well,
Nor knock at dusty doors to find
Her beauty dusty in the mind
If the grave's gates could be undone
She would not know her little son
I am so grown. If we should meet
She would pass by me in the street
Unless my soul's face let her see
My sense of what she did for me
What have I done to keep in mind
My debt to her and womankind?
What woman's happier life repays
Her for those months of wretched days?
For all my mouthless body leeched
E're birth's releasing Hell was reached?
What have I done, or tried, or said
In thanks to that dear woman dead?
Men triumph over Woman still
Men trample Women's rights at will
And Man's lust roves the World untamed
O grave, keep shut lest I be shamed.
My Mother's life made me a man
Through all the months of human birth
Her beauty fed my common earth
I cannot see, nor breathe, nor stir
But through the death of some of her
Down in the darkness of the grave
She cannot see the life she gave
For all her love she cannot tell
Whether I use it ill or well,
Nor knock at dusty doors to find
Her beauty dusty in the mind
If the grave's gates could be undone
She would not know her little son
I am so grown. If we should meet
She would pass by me in the street
Unless my soul's face let her see
My sense of what she did for me
What have I done to keep in mind
My debt to her and womankind?
What woman's happier life repays
Her for those months of wretched days?
For all my mouthless body leeched
E're birth's releasing Hell was reached?
What have I done, or tried, or said
In thanks to that dear woman dead?
Men triumph over Woman still
Men trample Women's rights at will
And Man's lust roves the World untamed
O grave, keep shut lest I be shamed.
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