{"id":3917,"date":"2012-08-15T16:49:52","date_gmt":"2012-08-15T20:49:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/web.colby.edu\/csc-mcnair\/?page_id=3917"},"modified":"2012-08-15T16:49:52","modified_gmt":"2012-08-15T20:49:52","slug":"the-black-faced-sheep","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/csc-mcnair\/the-black-faced-sheep\/","title":{"rendered":"The Black-Faced Sheep"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Ruminant pillows! Gregarious soft boulders!<\/p>\n<p>If one of you found a gap in a stone wall,<br \/>\nthe rest of you\u2014rams, ewes, bucks, wethers, lambs;<br \/>\nmothers and daughters, old grandfather-father,<br \/>\ncousins and aunts, small bleating sons \u2014<br \/>\nfollowed onward, stupid<br \/>\nas sheep, wherever<br \/>\nyour leader\u2019s sheep-brain wandered to.<\/p>\n<p>My grandfather spent all day searching the valley<br \/>\nand edges of Ragged Mountain,<br \/>\ncalling \u201cKe-day!\u201d as if he brought you salt,<br \/>\n\u201cKe-day! Ke-day!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>*   *   *<br \/>\nWhen the shirt wore out, and darns in the woolen<br \/>\nshirt needed darning,<br \/>\na woman in a white collar<br \/>\ncut the shirt into strips and braided it,<br \/>\nas she braided her hair every morning.<\/p>\n<p>In a hundred years<br \/>\nthe knees of her great-granddaughter<br \/>\ncrawled on a rug made from the wool of sheep<br \/>\nwhose bones were mud,<br \/>\nlike the bones of the woman, who stares<br \/>\nfrom an oval in the parlor.<\/p>\n<p>*   *   *<br \/>\nI forked the brambly hay down to you<br \/>\nin nineteen-fifty. I delved my hands deep<br \/>\nin the winter grass of your hair.<\/p>\n<p>When the shearer cut to your nakedness in April<br \/>\nand you dropped black eyes in shame,<br \/>\nhiding in barnyard corners, unable to hide,<br \/>\nI brought grain to raise your spirits,<br \/>\nand ten thousand years<br \/>\nwound us through pasture and hayfield together,<br \/>\nthreads of us woven<br \/>\ntogether, three hundred generations<br \/>\nfrom Africa\u2019s hills to New Hampshire\u2019s.<\/p>\n<p>*   *   *<br \/>\nYou were not shrewd like the pig.<br \/>\nYou were not strong like the horse.<br \/>\nYou were not brave like the rooster.<\/p>\n<p>Yet none of the others looked like a lump of granite<br \/>\nthat grew hair,<br \/>\nand none of the others<br \/>\ncarried white fleece as soft as dandelion seed<br \/>\naround a black face,<br \/>\nand none of them sang such a flat and sociable song.<\/p>\n<p>*   *   *<br \/>\nNow the black-faced sheep have wandered and will not return,<br \/>\neven if I should search the valleys<br \/>\nand call \u201cKe-day,\u201d as if I brought them salt.<br \/>\nNow the railroad draws<br \/>\na line of rust through the valley. Birch, pine, and maple<br \/>\nlean from cellarholes<br \/>\nand cover the dead pastures of Ragged Mountain<br \/>\nexcept where machines make snow<br \/>\nand cables pull money up hill, to slide back down.<\/p>\n<p>*   *   *<br \/>\nAt South Danbury Church twelve of us sit\u2014<br \/>\ncousins and aunts, sons\u2014<br \/>\nwhere the great-grandfathers of the forty-acre farms<br \/>\nfilled every pew.<br \/>\nI look out the window at summer places,<br \/>\nat Boston lawyers\u2019 houses<br \/>\nwith swimming pools cunningly added to cowsheds,<br \/>\nand we read an old poem aloud, about Israel\u2019s sheep,<br \/>\nold lumps of wool, and we read<\/p>\n<p>that the rich farmer, though he names his farm for himself,<br \/>\ntakes nothing into his grave;<br \/>\nthat even if people praise us, because we are successful,<br \/>\nwe will go under the ground<br \/>\nto meet our ancestors collected there in the darkness;<br \/>\nthat we are all of us sheep, and death is our shepherd,<br \/>\nand we die as the animals die.<\/p>\n<p><em>-Donald Hall<\/em><\/p>\n<!--themify_builder_content-->\n<div id=\"themify_builder_content-3917\" data-postid=\"3917\" class=\"themify_builder_content themify_builder_content-3917 themify_builder tf_clear\">\n    <\/div>\n<!--\/themify_builder_content-->\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ruminant pillows! Gregarious soft boulders! If one of you found a gap in a stone wall, the rest of you\u2014rams, ewes, bucks, wethers, lambs; mothers and daughters, old grandfather-father, cousins and aunts, small bleating sons \u2014 followed onward, stupid as sheep, wherever your leader\u2019s sheep-brain wandered to. 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