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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509064" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Steelhead</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sky was cold December blue with great tumbling clouds,<br>and the little river<br>Ran full but clear. A bare-legged girl<br>in a red jersey was wading<br>in it, holding a five-tined<br>Hay-fork at her head's height; suddenly she darted it down like<br>a heron's beak and panting hard<br>Leaned on the shaft, looking down passionately, her gipsy-lean<br>face, then stooped and dipping<br>One arm to the little breasts she drew up her catch, great hammered-<br>silver steelhead with the tines through it<br>And the fingers of her left hand hooked in its<br>gills, her slender body<br>Rocked with its writhing. She took it to the near bank<br>And was dropping it behind a log when someone said<br>Quietly 'I guess I've got you, Vina.' Who gasped and looked up<br>At a young horseman half hidden in the willow bushes,<br>She'd been too intent to notice him, and said 'My God,<br>I thought it was the game-warden.' 'Worse,' he said smiling.<br>'This river's ours.<br>You can't get near it without crossing our fences.<br>Besides that you mustn't spear 'em, and . . . three, four, you<br>little bitch,<br>That's the fifth fish.' She answered with her gipsy face, 'Take<br>half o' them, honey. I loved the fun.'<br>He looked up and down her taper legs, red with cold, and said<br>fiercely, 'Your fun.<br>To kill them and leave them rotting.' 'Honey, let me have one<br>o' them,' she answered,<br>'You take the rest.' He shook his blond head. 'You'll have to pay<br>a terrible fine.' She answered laughing,<br>'Don't worry: you wouldn't tell on me.' He dismounted and<br>tied the bridle to a bough, saying 'Nobody would.<br>I know a lovely place deep in the willows, full of warm grass,<br>safe as a house,<br>Where you can pay it.' Her body seemed to grow narrower<br>suddenly, both hands at her throat, and the cold thighs<br>Pressed close together while she stared at his face, it was beautiful,<br>long heavy-lidded eyes like a girl's,<br>'I can't do that, honey . . . I,' she said shivering, 'your wife<br>would kill me.' He hardened his eyes and said<br>'Let that alone.' 'Oh,' she answered; the little red hands came<br>down from her breast and faintly<br>Reached toward him, her head lifting, he saw the artery on the<br>lit side of her throat flutter like a bird<br>And said 'You'll be sick with cold, Vina,' flung off his coat<br>And folded her in it with his warmth in it and carried her<br>To that island in the willows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He warmed her bruised feet in<br>his hands;<br>She paid her fine for spearing fish, and another<br>For taking more than the legal limit, and would willingly<br>Have paid a third for trespassing; he sighed and said,<br>'You'll owe me that. I'm afraid somebody might come looking<br>for me,<br>Or my colt break his bridle.' She moaned like a dove, 'Oh Oh<br>Oh Oh,<br>You are beautiful, Hugh.' They returned to the stream-bank.<br>There,<br>While Vina put on her shoes-they were like a small boy's, all<br>stubbed and shapeless young Flodden strung the five fish<br>On a willow rod through the red gills and slung them<br>To his saddle-horn. He led the horse and walked with Vina,<br>going part way home with her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Toward the canyon sea-mouth<br>The water spread wide and shoal, fingering through many channels<br>down a broad flood-bed, and a mob of sea-gulls<br>Screamed at each other. Vina said, 'That's a horrible thing.'<br>'What?' 'What the birds do. They're worse than I am.'<br>When Flodden returned alone he rode down and watched them.<br>He saw that one of the thousand steelhead<br>Which irresistible nature herded up stream to the spawning-gravel<br>in the mountain, the river headwaters,<br>Had wandered into a shallow finger of the current, and was<br>forced over on his flank, sculling uneasily<br>In three inches of water: instantly a gaunt herring-gull hovered<br>and dropped, to gouge the exposed<br>Eye with her beak; the great fish writhing, flopping over in his<br>anguish, another gull's beak<br>Took the other eye. Their prey was then at their mercy, writhing<br>blind, soon stranded, and the screaming mob<br>Covered him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young Flodden rode into them and drove them<br>up; he found the torn steelhead<br>Still slowly and ceremoniously striking the sand with his tail and<br>a bloody eye-socket, under the<br>Pavilion of wings. They cast a cold shadow on the air, a fleeting<br>sense of fortune's iniquities: why should<br>Hugh Flodden be young and happy, mounted on a good horse,<br>And have had another girl besides his dear wife, while others<br>have to endure blindness and death,<br>Pain and disease, misery, old age, God knows what worse?</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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