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Recovering Amid The Farms

Jack Gilbert

Every morning the sad girl brings her three sheep 
and two lambs laggardly to the top of the valley, 
past my stone hut and onto the mountain to graze. 
She turned twelve last year and it was legal 
for the father to take her out of school. She knows 
her life is over. The sadness makes her fine, 
makes me happy. Her old red sweater makes 
the whole valley ring, makes my solitude gleam. 
I watch from hiding for her sake. Knowing I am 
there is hard on her, but it is the focus of her days. 
She always looks down or looks away as she passes 
in the evening. Except sometimes when, just before 
going out of sight behind the distant canebrake, 
she looks quickly back. It is too far for me to see, 
but there is a moment of white if she turns her face.


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