Libbie
Farmgirl Connection Cultivator
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3579 Posts
Anne E.
Elsinore
Utah
USA
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Posted - Apr 10 2006 : 5:25:40 PM
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Here's a sample poem from Elizabeth Oakes' "The Farmgirl Poems." It is just a loverly, beautiful book of poetry...
THE GIRL WHO WANTED TO SPEAK OTHER LANGUAGES
Since she was born on a farm, she wanted to speak cow, especially when they lay in sunshine on the distant hill beyond the oil well.
Then she wanted to speak wild rose, the one that grew below the barn, and it seemed to speak to her of all she could not yet have or know, but she couldn't speak to it, even of it, for years.
Then she wanted to speak orchard where pears turned the ground gold, where yellow jackets swarmed, where she couldn't go alone. Years later, grocery stores were safer, and she forgot this one.
Others she never forgot—the pond with its lace edge of scum, the hoof prints of cows and horses along the edge making a kind of writing.
The hay, too, that clung to her father and brothers, tracing into their sweat as they worked in August to bring it into the barn, where notes of it hung in that cathedral.
And the magic her mother worked with peaches, tomatoes, green beans, how her small hands turned them ever more beautiful—shining in the cellar, luminous on the supper table.
Listen, the world said, Listen!
XOXO, Libbie
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