new zealand electronic poetry centre

 

Robin Hyde


The Desolate Star And Other Poems
   

The Farmerís Wife


She stands a moment in the sun,
Athwart her harsh landís red and green ó
Hands of a serf, and warrior eyes
Of some flame-sceptred Irish queen ó 

One moment, still. A little sob 
Shakes parted lips and straining breast, 
As if she heard the feet of those
Who tread her own forsaken quest; 

As if she did not care that Life 
Had snatched the jewels from her hair, 
But grieved that menial needs and base 
Were they which left her palace bare. 

Then, with a strange and iron hand, 
Destiny reaches forth and grips
The ruined cities in her eyes,
The bitter beauty of her lips.


 


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Last updated 17 February, 2003