REUTEMANN ROAD POEMS: FOUR POEMS ON MILLET’S PAINTINGS

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1.  KNITTING LESSON

Skeins of yarn on the window ledge

Shine in a basket, spraying winter

Sunlight onto the rusty, homespun

Jacket and faded denim skirt

Of a full-breasted farm woman

Whose arms encircle a daughter’s shoulders.

Her own half-finished sweater laid

Aside on her lap, she leans to the left,

Chin resting on the smaller bonnet,

Bony hands moving small fingers

In the measured minuet of steel needles.

Scissors gleam faintly on the floor.

2. FARMYARD IN WINTER

A small sun, he glows in the gray morning.

Breast and shoulders gold as the stooks of straw 

Bundled in front of his thatched-roof hutch,

Comb and wattle red as the robin perched

On the wall above him, a huddle of hens

In the shadows behind him,

Chaunticleer surveys the snowy yard.

Like oil on water, muted echoes

Of his light whisper from granite stones

And roosting hens while two

Industrious wives peck in the snow

That froths and foams across the straw-

Strewn ground, on tree and fence and wall

And distant roof: cumulous clouds

That outline his dominion.

3.  POTATO PLANTERS

They bend in tandem: his hoe

Scoops the hole; her hand lets fall

The seed potatoes.  Sunrise

Reddens his vest.  Her muddy skirt

Is shadowy green.  In the pale

Distance bleached horizon,

Mauve town and chartreuse plain

Recede.  A sequence of trees is sunstruck,

Sabots and dirt-streaked pants

Share earth tones with the roughly spaded

Ground.  A donkey nods by the baby

Basket-cradled under a live oak.

4.  SHEPHERDESSES WATCHING A FLIGHT OF WILD GEESE

Her right arm is bent to shade her eyes

From haze-filtered autumn sunlight

That mutes the gold and coral hedge

And dusts a Biblical patina onto sheep,

Tranquil as gravestones, masticating

Olive grass into smoky wool.

Her left hand, palm down,

Signals her companion to be still and hear

The faint and fading colloquy of tourists

Winging away from winter.  Her friend

Leans back on the embankment looking up,

Her child’s face soft with wonder.

 

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