They\'re beating a woman. Shines the eye white.
It\'s dark and hot in the car.
And her feet hit the ceiling vault
like white spotlights projectors.
Men beat a woman, as if she a slaves;
She, in tear-stained beauty pain
Pushed off the handle like a switch,
Throwing o herself onto the highway!
And the brakes squealed as a pigling,I
They ran up, shaking her cruelly.
And they dragged and slapped her face
Through the meadow and green nettles.
The bastard, how he beat her in detail,
The. pompous dandy, Childe Harold, the Buffon!
The boot as narrow as a press iron.
Did pierced her breathing ribs as well!p.
Oh, the ecstasy of the aggressor
The delights of the hillbilly...
Crushing the moon-lily short
He does beat a woman.really.
They beat a woman. For centuries they carry on.
They beat her youth; solemnly beats ceremonial
the tolling of the wedding alarm;
they beat a woman overall!
But her high light is pure and bright,
Such brave and such empyrean.
There are no religions, nether signs.
There is a Woman!..
…She lay down like a silent lake,
Her eyes stood like still water,
And she didn’t belong to him on fact,
Like a clearing glade or a far star.
And the stars knocked across the sky
Like little rain on black glass,
\"And rolling down very kind,
Were cooling her hot brow at last.