The dirty nurse, Experience, in her kind Hath fouled me.
We watched her come with subtle fireAnd learned feet,Stumbling among the lustful drunkYet somehow sweet.We saw the crimson leave her cheeksFlame in her eyes;For when a woman lives in awful hasteA woman dies.The jests that lit our hours by nightAnd made them gay,Soiled a sweet and ignorant soulAnd fouled its play.Djuna Barnes
I plucked a honeysuckle where The hedge on high is quick with thorn, And climbing for the prize, was torn, And fouled my feet in quag-water; And by the thorns and by the wind The blossom that I took was thinn'd, And yet I found it sweet and fair.Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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