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| Vintage Colorado Poetry Past Poet Laureate Poem of the Week March 15, 2004 |
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| Clyde Robertson was in her eighties in 1952 when she was named Colorado's third poet laureate. She died in 1954. "The Woman in the Wagon," written in the mid-1920s, details the suffering of women during the great trek West of the previous century. Unexpectedly, the poem ends with a wicked question. | ||||||||||||
| The Woman in the Wagon She stares from out the wagon as It trails the dimming road, A huddled unkempt being, bowed Beneath life's driving goad. On, on through torrid summer days, And chill of waning year, On, on through miles of trackless waste, Where grinning white skulls leer. The never-ending grind of days And nights---the dusk---the dawn--- A checkerboard of tortures where She moves, a helpless pawn. She stares from out the wagon as She dreams of other days--- A youth and maid---a shaded path Where fragrant hawthorn sways. Her little hand, so soft, he kissed, And smoothed her curls so fair--- She twists with fumbling fingers now The wisp of tangled hair. Back home ! back home ! her haunted eyes Have long since ceased to weep, She only stares and huddles now, A broken, unkempt heap. The lure of unknown lands had called To him, her lover bold ; Beyond the hills and plains there lay A country steeped in gold. The spirit of adventure thrilled His man-heart---all forgot The promises he made to her Who vowed to share his lot. The little home beside the hedge Where hawthorn grew---bereft, Lone canvas-covered wanderings Were all she now had left. Please click, page 2 |
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