Poems / by Madison Cawein ; with a foreward by William Dean Howells [electronic text]
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Poems / by Madison Cawein ; with a foreward by William Dean Howells [electronic text]
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Cawein, Madison, Julius, 1865-1914
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New York, N.Y.: The Macmillan Company
1911
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FEUD
A MILE of lane, — hedged high with ironweedsAnd dying daisies, — white with sun, that leadsDownward into a wood; through which a streamSteals like a shadow; over which is laidA bridge of logs, worn deep by many a team,Sunk in the tangled shade.
Far off a wood-dove lifts its lonely cry;And in the sleepy silver of the skyA gray hawk wheels no larger than a hand.—From point to point the road grows worse and worse,Until that place is reached where all the landSeems burdened with some curse.
A ragged fence of pickets, warped and sprung,—On which the fragments of a gate are hung, —Divides a hill, the fox and ground-hog haunt,A wilderness of briers; o'er whose topsA battered barn is seen, low-roofed and gaunt,'Mid fields that know no crops.
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Fields over which a path, o'erwhelmed with burrsAnd ragweeds, noisy with the grasshoppers,Leads, — lost, irresolute as paths the cowsWear through the woods, — unto a woodshed; then,With wrecks of windows, to a huddled house,Where men have murdered men.
A house, whose tottering chimney, clay and rock,Is seamed and crannied; whose lame door and lockAre bullet-bored; around which, there and here,Are sinister stains.— One dreads to look around.—The place seems thinking of that time of fearAnd dares not breathe a sound.
Within is emptiness: The sunlight fallsOn faded journals papering the walls;On advertisement chromos, torn with time,Around a hearth where wasps and spiders build. —The house is dead: meseems that night of crimeIt, too, was shot and killed.
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