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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509004" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fawn's Foster-Mother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old woman sits on a bench before the door and quarrels<br>With her meagre pale demoralized daughter.<br>Once when I passed I found her alone, laughing in the sun<br>And saying that when she was first married<br>She lived in the old farmhouse up Garapatas Canyon.<br>(It is empty now, the roof has fallen<br>But the log walls hang on the stone foundation; the redwoods<br>Have all been cut down, the oaks are standing;<br>The place is now more solitary than ever before.)<br>&quot;When I was nursing my second baby<br>My husband found a day-old fawn hid in a fern-brake<br>And brought it; I put its mouth to the breast<br>Rather than let it starve, I had milk enough for three babies.<br>Hey how it sucked, the little nuzzler,<br>Digging its little hoofs like quills into my stomach.<br>I had more joy from that than from the others.&quot;<br>Her face is deformed with age, furrowed like a bad road<br>With market-wagons, mean cares and decay.<br>She is thrown up to the surface of things, a cell of dry skin<br>Soon to be shed from the earth's old eye-brows,<br>I see that once in her spring she lived in the streaming arteries,<br>The stir of the world, the music of the mountain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Submitted by Holt</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robinson+Jeffers">Robinson Jeffers</a><div class=q>
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