Here you will find the Poem Young Woman of poet Howard Nemerov
Naked before the glass she said, ?I see my body as no man has, Nor any shall unless I wed And naked in a stranger?s house Stand timid beside his bed. There is no pity in the flesh.? ?Or else I shall grow old,? she said, ?Alone, and change my likeliness For a vile, slack shape, a head Shriveled with thinking wickedness Against the day I must be dead And eaten by my crabbed wish.? ?One or the other way,? she said, ?How shall I know the difference, When wrinkles come, to spinster or bride? Whether to marry or burn is bless- ed best, O stranger to my bed, There is no pity in the flesh.?