I met up with this poem in my college days, and responded to it immediately and viscerally. At the time, I was living among women (it was a large women's college whose name you wouldn't have recognized then) who declined to attend a free campus performance by Artur Rubinstein because it was their hair-washing night. Women who spent their weekends scurrying off home to obey their boyfriends. Women who wondered what on earth Betty Friedan (also a guest on campus) was going on about.
So...I suppose I understood the first line of this poem to be Those women. Obviously not MOI.
I took to Louise Bogan immediately.
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