Fri., 6 Another warm day. Iron my black dress & finish the ironing Dumas left. Can 4 qts. purple raspberries. Tuttle & I go to Burlington for a treatment.
I’m going to try to post poems regularly again. This is from the book Green Mountain Echoes, published in 1927. There are more poems from this book, and from other books, listed under “Poems” in the sidebar.
LEGEND OF THE SUICIDE
The Soul: . . .
“I am going on a journey
And leave you white and still . . .
You cannot move hand or foot
Except it be my will.
“I am tired of this prison. . .
I am longing to be free!
I am going out to leave you,
A clod, to hamper me!”
“No guide has come to pilot you,
Along you’ll always stray,
No place of rest will be waiting you
When I am laid away.
“You cannot hope that God will send
For you He has not called . . .
Some punishment will be meted you
From which I shrink appalled!”
The passion to kill was on her,
She slashed a fair white wrist,
The body in pain could only writhe,
It was powerless to resist.
Its struggles grew faint and fainter
At last it lay numbed and still . . .
The soul emerged from her casing,
Free to have her will.
Abysmal silence about her!
A couch stained dark with red!
The face that had been hers
White. . . still . . . and dead!
She beheld the bitter agony
On her stricken mother’s face,
Her father’s grief, her sister’s tears,
When they gathered in the place.
“Let me come back! Let me come back!
For the past let me atone!
Mad indeed was I, when I took
The life I thought my own!
She strove for power to comfort them,
But the gulf was wide and deep . . .
Forever lost to human loves
She could only watch them weep.
The crowd of shocked and pitying friends
That gathered round her bier
When the hampering Body was laid away,
Knew not that she was near.
They faded away, and left alone
She tried in vain to rise,
She longed to soar in azure deeps
Of unfathomed summer skies.
Her vaunted freedom then she knew . . .
For her sin she must atone!
Through endless days and eternal years
Must wander the earth alone!
Condemned to silence and solitude!
No lips to frame a prayer!
No touch of friendliness on earth!
A wind-tossed atom of air!