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Who hurt you so, My dear? Who, long ago When you were very young. , Did, said, became, was...something that you did not know Beauty could ever do, say, be, become?-- So that your brown eyes filled With tears they never, not to this day, have shed... Not because one more boy stood hurt by life, No: because something deathless has dropped dead-- An ugly, an indecent thing to do-- So that you stood and stared, with open mouth in which the tongue Froze slowly backward toward its root, As if it would not speak again, too badly stung By memories thick as wasps about a nest invaded To know if or if not you suffered pain.

What is the meaning of this poem? How and Who can it Relate to in The Glass Castle?​