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Daisy

The speaker recalls playing by the sea with a girl as children who had no breasts. They would swim, find sea creatures, and enjoy the sun together. In the evenings, they played games with other children. The speaker was glad to be with the girl and they would kiss, though the speaker was afraid being only 14. The speaker had since forgotten the girl and her name until passing through the streets and seeing her working as a prostitute, no longer the innocent child he once knew.

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Daisy

The speaker recalls playing by the sea with a girl as children who had no breasts. They would swim, find sea creatures, and enjoy the sun together. In the evenings, they played games with other children. The speaker was glad to be with the girl and they would kiss, though the speaker was afraid being only 14. The speaker had since forgotten the girl and her name until passing through the streets and seeing her working as a prostitute, no longer the innocent child he once knew.

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You were my playmate by the sea.

We swam together.
Your girl's body had no breasts.

We found prawns among the rocks;


We liked to feel the sun and to do nothing;
In the evening we played games with the others.

It made me glad to be by you.

Sometimes I kissed you,


And you were always glad to kiss me;
But I was afraid - I was only fourteen.

And I had quite forgotten you,


You and your name.

To-day I pass through the streets.


She who touches my arms and talks with me
Is - who knows? - Helen of Sparta,
Dryope, Laodamia ...

And there are you


A whore in Oxford Street.

Richard Aldington

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