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Beggar Woman

by Charles Reznikoff, 1921

When I was four years old my mother led me to the park.
The spring sunshine was not too warm. The street was almost empty.
The witch in my fairy-book came walking along.
She stooped to fish some mouldy grapes out of the gutter.

Tags: myth, vanity

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