By James Agee
Quantity 33 of Yale sequence of more youthful poets
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Throughout the wintry weather days she sat on my own, Spinning the white thread around the darkish wooden wheel; At evening she lay occasionally beside her husband, Silent and gray and sour, and extra usually She stole out to the barn, and gazed approximately her in any respect the symbols of the black earth’s yield – Plow, scythe, harrow – and lay all the way down to sleep between them, with the stamping farm animals. In iciness she was once by no means visible open air, yet locked her grief in the cabin’s dimness. yet at the evening whilst Spring and wintry weather overlapped nice wings excessive within the sky, and prefer eagles fought For dominance under, she could run out Into the flooding winds. And after that She scarcely lived in the cabin’s partitions, yet with the farm animals relocating up the mountain She walked alongside the streaming mists of sunrise, until eventually underneath the sunlight they burned to nothingness; Then within the swaying dimness of the wooded area She lay underneath the gnarled mountain laurel Or at the cool and calm of fallen oak leaves, and listen to the frenzy of wind one of the leaves, the delicate writhe and shiver of an earth endlessly tortured via the myriad roots Sprawling in darkness downward. And at evening, whilst the sheep whitely streamed down the naked hills, whilst darkness welled down the huge peaceable sky, And silence mourned over the misty earth, She rose, and from the peak of bare pasture Watched the celebrities slowly swing around the sky, Or brooded above the darkish, vast fields that flowed Into the starlight, cradling the existence That blindly moved inside. existence used to be in loss of life: the realm rolled black and barren in its mists, Then wind and sunlight and rain got here, like a lover, Clasping the area in fierce, caressing fingers, And on her physique mendacity, hot and undulant; And all lifestyles sprang to fulfill him. And with lifetime of her personal existence hence given each one year’s rebirth, Ann got here to seem upon herself as earth, And mendacity strained opposed to the earth, cried out In pleasure at sweeping winds, on the hot solar, on the black rain that plunged into the earth. And hence, because the years handed, she misplaced the rhythms That govern human existence, and appeared to stay extra like a tree, or just like the earth itself. the one sex with humankind She held, used to be at a childbirth or a funeral, Or within the spring, while all of the humans grew to become towards her to steer them of their planting. Then With unusual serenity she moved between them, dealing with the easy farming implements Like sacred symbols of fertility. so long as Ann lived, all of the nation-state used to be wealthy in produce – so long as Ann lived. * * * * * * * * * * * * * Ann by no means may have died inside of 4 partitions, Her physique stretched underneath a fear-clutched sheet. She by no means can have died, store in a few nice disaster of all of the universe. On an evening in moon-dark, the entire humans stood Silent and nervous, on the soil’s first breaking. The horses loomed opposed to the starry sky, And Ann, at the back of them, stood a minute, watching around the black earth, and the shrinking snows. Then, greedy the curved handles of the plow, She poised the purpose opposed to the earth, and driven. The horses all started ahead, and the earth Rolled again ahead of the darkly glowing blade.