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Angela Shaw is the author of The Beginning of the Fields (Tupelo Press, 2009).

Children in a Field

Angela Shaw
They don't wade in so much as they are taken.
Deep in the day, in the deep of the field,
every current in the grasses whispers hurry
hurry, every yellow spreads its perfume
like a rumor, impelling them further on.
It is the way of girls.  It is the sway
of their dresses in the summer trance-
light, their bare calves already far-gone
in green.  What songs will they follow?
Whatever the wood warbles, whatever storm
or harm the border promises, whatever
calm.  Let them go.  Let them go traceless 
through the high grass and into the willow-
blur, traceless across the lean blue glint
of the river, to the long dark bodies
of the conifers, and over the welcoming
threshold of nightfall.

From The Beginning of the Fields by Angela Shaw. Copyright © 2009 by Angela Shaw. Used by permission of Tupelo Press. All rights reserved.

Angela Shaw

Angela Shaw is the author of The Beginning of the Fields (Tupelo Press, 2009).