The Wife-Woman / by Anne Spencer

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Maker-of-Sevens in the scheme of things
From earth to star;
Thy cycle holds whatever is fate, and
Over the border the bar.
Though rank and fierce the mariner
Sailing the seven seas,
He prays as he holds his glass to his eyes,
Coaxing the Pleiades.

 

I cannot love them; and I feel your glad,
Chiding from the grave,
That my all was only worth at all, what
Joy to you it gave,
These seven links the Law compelled
For the human chain–
I cannot love them; and you, oh,
Seven-fold months in Flanders slain!

 

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A jungle there, a cave here, bred six
And a million years.
Sure and strong, mate for mate, such
Love as culture fears;
I gave you clear the oil and wine;
You saved me your hob and hearth–
See how even life may be ere the
Sickle comes and leaves a swath.

 

But I can wait the seven of moons,
Or years I spare,
Hoarding the heart’s plenty, nor spend
A drop, nor share–
So long but outlives a smile and
A silken gown;
Then gaily I reach up from my shroud,
And you, glory-clad, reach down.

 

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Anne Spencer

Born in Virginia in 1882, Anne Spencer was an active participant in the Harlem Renaissance movement. She lived and wrote in Virginia until her death in 1975.

 

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