Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Mary, Pity Women!


You call yourself a man,
For all you used to swear,
An' leave me, as you can,
My certain shame to bear?
I 'ear! You do not care --
You done the worst you know.
I 'ate you, grinnin' there. . . .
Ah, Gawd, I love you so!

Nice while it lasted, an' now it is over --
Tear out your 'eart an' good-bye to your lover!
What's the use o' grievin', when the mother that bore you
(Mary, pity women!) knew it all before you?

It aren't no false alarm,
The finish to your fun;
You -- you 'ave brung the 'arm,
An' I'm the ruined one;
An' now you'll off an' run
With some new fool in tow.
Your 'eart? You 'aven't none. . . .
Ah, Gawd, I love you so!

When a man is tired there is naught will bind 'im;
All 'e solemn promised 'e will shove be'ind 'im.
What's the good o' prayin' for The Wrath to strike 'im
(Mary, pity women!), when the rest are like 'im?

What 'ope for me or -- it?
What's left for us to do?
I've walked with men a bit,
But this -- but this is you.
So 'elp me Christ, it's true!
Where can I 'ide or go?
You coward through and through! . . .
Ah, Gawd, I love you so!

All the more you give 'em the less are they for givin' --
Love lies dead, an' you cannot kiss 'im livin'.
Down the road 'e led you there is no returnin'
(Mary, pity women!), but you're late in learnin'!

You'd like to treat me fair?
You can't, because we're pore?
We'd starve? What do I care!
We might, but ~this~ is shore!
I want the name -- no more --
The name, an' lines to show,
An' not to be an 'ore. . . .
Ah, Gawd, I love you so!

What's the good o' pleadin', when the mother that bore you
(Mary, pity women!) knew it all before you?
Sleep on 'is promises an' wake to your sorrow
(Mary, pity women!), for we sail to-morrow!

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Edited: Friday, December 30, 2011

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Comments about this poem (Mary, Pity Women! by Rudyard Kipling )

  • Rookie - 5 Points Claire Thomas (5/18/2013 5:24:00 AM)

    Its in a cockney accent, Shes contemplating her ruination while looking at his photograph.Some things change, for better or for worse. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Cess Kubai (10/2/2009 6:29:00 AM)

    The tone of it makes one want to laugh at this woman and comfort her all at the same time. 'Mary, pity women' indeed! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Anthony Foster (7/10/2009 5:13:00 PM)

    Nothing stupid here a brilliant poem about exploitation for lust and the life changing consequences. Before the days of contraception so many ruined lives so much grief. Tragic yes and maybe stupid behavour but a stupid poem never. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie ngaio beck (4/16/2008 6:56:00 PM)

    One of Kiplings best. Captured the cockney beautifully, and the plaint is pure Victorian.
    Ngaio Beck (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ashley Sanderfer (5/7/2006 3:13:00 PM)

    I THINK THAT THAT POEM WAS THE STUPIDEST POEM I'VE EVER HEARD IN MY WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE REALLY! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

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