The pure products of America br go crazy-- br mountain folk from Kentucky br br or the ribbed north end of br Jersey br with its isolate lakes and br br valleys, its deaf-mutes, thieves br old names br and promiscuity between br br devil-may-care men who have taken br to railroading br out of sheer lust of adventure-- br br and young slatterns, bathed br in filth br from Monday to Saturday br br to be tricked out that night br with gauds br from imaginations which have no br br peasant traditions to give them br character br but flutter and flaunt br br sheer rags-succumbing without br emotion br save numbed terror br br under some hedge of choke-cherry br or viburnum- br which they cannot express-- br br Unless it be that marriage br perhaps br with a dash of Indian blood br br will throw up a girl so desolate br so hemmed round br with disease or murder br br that she'll be rescued by an br agent-- br reared by the state and br br sent out at fifteen to work in br some hard-pressed br house in the suburbs-- br br some doctor's family, some Elsie-- br voluptuous water br expressing with broken br br brain the truth about us-- br her great br ungainly hips and flopping breasts br br addressed to cheap br jewelry br and rich young men with fine eyes br br as if the earth under our feet br were br an excrement of some sky br br and we degraded prisoners br destined br to hunger until we eat filth br br while the imagination strains br after deer br going by fields of goldenrod in br br the stifling heat of September br Somehow br it seems to destroy us br br It is only in isolate flecks that br something br is given off br br No one br to witness br and adjust, no one to drive the carbr br William Carlos Williamsbr br