Sonnet to Jeananne
She gossips on in the same old and callous way
"Remember Jeananne who went to school with you?
I hear she died in childbirth yesterday.
Those timid ones lack strength to see it through.
I suppose her husband will try to raise the child."
This women is suddenly silenced by surprise
When I, whose manners and face are mostly mild,
Can't stop stunned anger from filling my eyes.
Yet how could she know, or knowing understand
That once we hiked over fields of crusted snow
Till dazed by cold and dazzle, hand in hand,
We felt the earth's white turning, old and slow,
And you whose hand once swung with mine flesh warm,
Have given up breath to shape another's form.
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