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I	A
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The bitterness the misery the wretchedness of childhood	B
Put me out of love with God	C
I can't believe in God's goodness	D
I can believe	E
In many avenging gods	F
Most of all I believe	E
In gods of bitter dullness	D
Cruel local gods	F
Who scared my childhood	B
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II	A
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I've seen people put	G
A chrysalis in a match box	H
To see they told me what sort of moth would come	I
But when it broke its shell	J
It slipped and stumbled and fell about its prison	K
And tried to climb to the light	L
For space to dry its wings	M
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That's how I was	N
Somebody found my chrysalis	O
And shut it in a match box	H
My shrivelled wings were beaten	K
Shed their colours in dusty scales	P
Before the box was opened	Q
For the moth to fly	A
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III	A
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I hate that town	R
I hate the town I lived in when I was little	S
I hate to think of it	T
There wre always clouds smoke rain	U
In that dingly little valley	V
It rained it always rained	W
I think I never saw the sun until I was nine	X
And then it was too late	Y
Everything's too late after the first seven years	Z
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The long street we lived in	A2
Was duller than a drain	U
And nearly as dingy	V
There were the big College	B2
And the pseudo Gothic town hall	C2
There were the sordid provincial shops	D2
The grocer's and the shops for women	K
The shop where I bought transfers	E2
And the piano and gramaphone shop	F2
Where I used to stand	G2
Staring at the huge shiny pianos and at the pictures	E2
Of a white dog looking into a gramaphone	H2
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How dull and greasy and grey and sordid it was	N
On wet days it was always wet	I2
I used to kneel on a chair	J2
And look at it from the window	K2
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The dirty yellow trams	L2
Dragged noisily along	M2
With a clatter of wheels and bells	N2
And a humming of wires overhead	O2
They threw up the filthy rain water from the hollow lines	P2
And then the water ran back	Q2
Full of brownish foam bubbles	R2
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There was nothing else to see	V
It was all so dull	S
Except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas	S2
Running along the grey shiny pavements	T2
Sometimes there was a waggon	H2
Whose horses made a strange loud hollow sound	U2
With their hoofs	V2
Through the silent rain	H2
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And there was a grey museum	I
Full of dead birds and dead insects and dead animals	R2
And a few relics of the Romans dead also	K2
There was a sea front	W2
A long asphalt walk with a bleak road beside it	T
Three piers a row of houses	S2
And a salt dirty smell from the little harbour	X2
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I was like a moth	Y2
Like one of those grey Emperor moths	Z2
Which flutter through the vines at Capri	V
And that damned little town was my match box	H
Against whose sides I beat and beat	A3
Until my wings were torn and faded and dingy	V
As that damned little town	H2
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IV	E
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At school it was just as dull as that dull High Street	A3
The front was dull	S
The High Street and the other street were dull	S
And there was a public park I remember	X2
And that was damned dull too	B3
With its beds of geraniums no one was allowed to pick	C3
And its clipped lawns you weren't allowed to walk on	H2
And the gold fish pond you mustn't paddle in	H2
And the gate made out of a whale's jaw bones	D3
And the swings which were for Board School children	H2
And its gravel paths	E3
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And on Sundays they rang the bells	N2
From Baptist and Evangelical and Catholic churches	S2
They had a Salvation Army	V
I was taken to a High Church	F3
The parson's name was Mowbray	G3
Which is a good name but he thinks too much of it	T
That's what I heard people say	G3
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I took a little black book	H3
To that cold grey damp smelling church	F3
And I had to sit on a hard bench	I3
Wriggle off it to kneel down when they sang psalms	J3
And wriggle off it to kneel down when they prayed	K3
And then there was nothing to do	B3
Except to play trains with the hymn books	L3
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There was nothing to see	V
Nothing to do	B3
Nothing to play with	M3
Except that in an empty room upstairs	N3
There was a large tin box	H
Containing reproductions of the Magna Charta	B3
Of the Declaration of Independence	O3
And of a letter from Raleigh after the Armada	B3
There were also several packets of stamps	P3
Yellow and blue Guatemala parrots	Q3
Blue stags and red baboons and birds from Sarawak	R3
Indians and Men of war	S3
From the United States	T3
And the green and red portraits	Q3
Of King Francobello	S
Of Italy	S
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V	S
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I don't believe in God	B3
I do believe in avenging gods	F
Who plague us for sins we never sinned	B3
But who avenge us	D
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That's why I'll never have a child	B3
Never shut up a chrysalis in a match box	H
For the moth to spoil and crush its brght colours	H
Beating its wings against the dingy prison wall	S

Richard Aldington

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