“Towards the end of the night, as trucks rumbled
In the streets, you stirred, cuddled to me,
And spoke my name. Your voice was the voice
Of a girl who had never known loss
Of love, betrayal, mistrust, or lie.”

In Defense of the Earth (1956), She Is Away

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“Towards the end of the night, as trucks rumbledIn the streets, you stirred, cuddled to me,And spoke my name. Your voice was the voiceOf a girl who had never known lossOf love, betrayal, mistrust, or lie.”

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“Towards the end of the night, as trucks rumbled
In the streets, you stirred, cuddled to me,
And spoke my name. Your voice was the voice
Of a girl who had never known loss
Of love, betrayal, mistrust, or lie.”