Poetry of Kansas

Wyrd

The sunset glows upon my back.
I know it does, but watch it, dream of it, I may not.
But I may face the man at the helm
And talk to him while he sends the canoe like a shaft of
          light through the water.
 
I married him some years ago.
I often think I should not have married him.
The maids are putting to bed my children who are said
          to be very beautiful.
The man at the helm of the boat adores me.
Sometimes, even though I have lived with him___
I have forgotten how many years___
He is a stranger to me,
And the sunset, and the canoe shooting through the little
          whitecaps,
And the wild birds screaming over my head
Are my kinfolk.
I said yes to him in a moment when the pathways of the
          stars had crossed.

__Margaret E. Haughawout.

 

Sheep's Clothing
Margaret E. Haughawout
Page 66
(Pittsburg, Kansas: __. 1929)

 
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