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Robert Hayden - The WhippingRobert Hayden - The Whipping
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The old woman across the way     is whipping the boy again and shouting to the neighborhood     her goodness and his wrongs. Wildly he crashes through elephant ears,     pleads in dusty zinnias, while she in spite of crippling fat     pursues and corners him. She strikes and strikes the shrilly circling     boy till the stick breaks in her hand.  His tears are rainy weather     to woundlike memories: My head gripped in bony vise     of knees, the writhing struggle to wrench free, the blows, the fear     worse than blows that hateful Words could bring, the face that I     no longer knew or loved . . . Well, it is over now, it is over,     and the boy sobs in his room, And the woman leans muttering against     a tree, exhausted, purged— avenged in part for lifelong hidings     she has had to bear.
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