I was, being human, born alone;
I am, being woman, hard beset;
I live by squeezing from a stone
The little nourishment I get.
Let No Charitable Hope, in Collected Poems [1932]
I was, being human, born alone;
I am, being woman, hard beset;
I live by squeezing from a stone
The little nourishment I get.
Let No Charitable Hope, in Collected Poems [1932]