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By Jack Joseph Smith

Pure You think I never thought twice I isn't as if I reached across a long place and took something that did not belong to me I didn't see the turn of the corner Just sort of lost and looking out I saw myself try,, I saw myself worship The greatest wonder of alll to watch her slip away On:old Hollywood bulvd And I will never loan any money to men Either way was a good shot of geting to the end of yhe street

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This second "Pure" shifts from defiance into self-defense and loss, tracing a speaker who denies theft, watches love slip away, and keeps moving through a damaged street-level world.

The poem feels less declarative than the earlier "Pure," as if certainty has given way to explanation. Watching her slip away on old Hollywood bulvd turns grandeur into a specific urban loneliness. The refusal to loan money to men adds a note of earned suspicion, and the final lines make survival sound like nothing more glamorous than reaching the end of the street.


Claude

A second 'Pure' trades the first draft's defiance for explanation and loss. The speaker swears he never 'took something / that did not belong to me,' confesses he was 'Just sort of lost and looking out,' and names the central grief - watching 'the greatest wonder of alll / ... slip away / On old Hollywood bulvd.' The hard-won rule 'I will never loan / any money to men' and the closing image of 'geting to the end of yhe street' reduce survival to plain motion.