CHRISTINA'S WORLD
after Wyeth’s painting
I know that girl the girl in the field
the field still long the grasses tall
she’s there on the ground do we say that
the ground bound by tall grasses not mown
the girl twisting at the waist a sense of
distance the house on the hill a place
of remorse the crows gathering
at a window of the outbuilding
washing on the line the far side
the wind slight the dog barking
up at the sky she looks back
it’s hard to care about why
the girl the ground the house
why she’s there as if outside the circle
why do I care I suppose it’s a place
I know very well and recognition
draws me to her
to the girl
and her bleak
American landscape
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