Nellie Clark (by Edgar Lee Masters)

Nellie Clark
by Edgar Lee Masters
from Spoon River Anthology [1915]
I was only eight years old;
And before I grew up and knew what it meant
I had no words for it, except
That I was frightened and told my
Mother; And that my Father got a pistol
And would have killed Charlie, who was a big boy,
Fifteen years old, except for his Mother.
Nevertheless the story clung to me.
But the man who married me, a widower of thirty-five,
Was a newcomer and never heard it
Till two years after we were married.
Then he considered himself cheated,
And the village agreed that I was not really a virgin.
Well, he deserted me, and I died
The following winter.
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This is sad. Not shocking, for in my part of the world it is not only prevalent, but socially accepted as well.
Nevertheless, the poem is beautifully written!
Cheers
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Unfortunately, in some places and times in America as well, such horrors have been socially accepted -- thankfully not so much today as in the past.
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