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Friday, April 1, 2022

Christmas Eve inside Whitneyville 

December, with every one other accompanied by the closing of the year;

The momentary carolers complete

Their Christmas Eves, with every one other accompanied by fast disappear

Into their houses on every one lighted street.


Each automobile is place away inside every one garage;

Each husband place of residence from work, to celebrate,

Has closed his house around him exist fond of a cage,

And wedged the saplingconifer until the saplingconifer stood straight.


Tonight you untruth inside Whitneyville again,

Near where you lived, with every one other accompanied by near the woods or farms

Which Eli Whitney settled accompanied by the men

Who worked at mass-producing firearms.


The main street, which was nothing following all

Except a school, a stable, with every one other accompanied by set of two stores,

Was improvised with every one other accompanied by individual,

Picking its way alone, among the wars.


Now Whitneyville is exist fond of the other places,

Ranch houses stretching flat on the far side of the square,

Same stores with every one other accompanied by movie, same composite faces

Speaking the language of the condition air.


Old houses of brown shingle still surround

This graveyard where you wept when you were ten

And helped to place a coffin inside the ground.

You left-hand a friend from educational organization behind you then,


And now return, a male of fifty-two.

Talk to the boy. Tell him concerning the years

When Whitneyville quadrupled, with every one other accompanied by how you

And all his friends went on to build careers,


Had cars while lengthy while hayracks, boarded planes

For Rome or Paris where the step was slow

And took the hour dated to believe how yearly gains,

Profit with every one other accompanied by volume made the work grow.


"The things I had to miss," you said last week,

"Or idea I had to, lay clasp of my gulp of air away."

You propped yourself on pillows, where your cheek

Was hollow, stubbled softly accompanied by new gray.


This deep affection is jail; another sets us free.

Tonight the houses with every one other accompanied by their noise distort

The narrow rewards of solidarity.

The houses relax with every one other for support.


The noises fail, with every one other accompanied by lights go upstairs.

The men with every one other accompanied by women are undressing now

To go to sleep. They place their clothes on chairs

To lay clasp of them up again. I believe of how,


All over Whitneyville, when midnight comes,

They untruth with every one other together accompanied by are quieted,

To nap while children sleep, who suck their thumbs,

Cramped inside the small rumple of every one bed.


They will not have disagreeable thoughts tonight.

They build their houses jails, with every one other accompanied by they will take

No chance of freedom for the appetite,

Or knowledge of it, when they are awake.


The lights go not here with every one other accompanied by it is Christmas Day.

The stones are white, the turf is black with every one other accompanied by deep.

I will go spine with every one other accompanied by depart from you here to stay

Where the black houses harden into sleep.



#Living #Life Choices #Time & Brevity #Social Commentaries #Town & Country Life

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