The Earth Turns South/To a Woman

by Clement Richardson Wood

TO A WOMAN

You have ended it today;
Nine slow months of fear and yearning
You have stepped the narrowing way
Of the lane that had no turning.

Then the ultimate, taut gate,
Where no soul could lift or aid you—
And, tight-lipped, you met the fate
That once met the one who made you.

Now the road widens again,
And you hold against your bosom,
Gathered at the gate of pain,
This your body's breathing blossom.

October 6th, 1917