Friday, February 5, 2010 - The good Lord sent you some heavy burdens, and... |
| The good Lord sent you some heavy burdens, and you carried
them
No sense asking why they was laid on you or what it took out of you to
tote them
Don't fret yourself now Mammy's heavy eyelids closed over tears
that
glistened in the dim light, and her ragged breathing slowed in sleep
How can I not fret? Scarlett wanted to shoutMy life is ruined, and
I don't know what to doI need Rhett, and he's goneI need you,
and
you're leaving me, tooShe lifted her head, wiped her tears away on
her sleeve and straightened her aching shoulders
The coals in the pot-bellied stove were nearly used up, and the bucket
was emptyShe had to refill it, she had to feed the chanel costume jewelry fire
The room was beginning to chill, and Mammy must be kept warm
Scarlett pulled the faded patchwork quilts up over Mammy's frail form,
then she took the bucket out into the cold darkness of the yardShe
hurried toward the coal bin, wishing she'd thought to put on a shawl
There was no moon, only a crescent sliver lost behind a cloudThe air
was heavy with night's moisture, and the few stars not hidden by
clouds
looked very far away and icy-brilliantThe blackness around her seemed formless,
infinite
She had rushed blindly into the center of the yard, and now she
couldn't make out the familiar shapes of smoke-house and barn that
should be nearbyShe turned in tiffany co bracelets sudden panic, looking for the white
bulk of the house she'd just leftBut it, too, was dark and
formless
No light showed anywhereIt was as if she were lost in a bleak and
unknown and silent worldNothing was stirring in the night, not a
leaf not a feather on a bird's wingTerror plucked at her taut
nerves, and she wanted to runBut where to?
Everywhere was alien darknessScarlett clenched her teethWhat
kind
of foolishness was this? I'm at home, at Tara, and the dark cold will
be gone as soon as the sun's upShe forced a laugh; the shrill
unnatural sound made her jumpThey do say it's always darkest
before
the dawn, she thoughtI reckon this is proof of dolce |
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