Tuesday, February 2, 2010

St. Brigid and the Six Weeks of Winter

It's that time of year again.

Sheep

Thousands of sheep, soft-footed, black-nosed sheep--
one by one going up the hill and over the fence--one by
one four-footed pattering up and over--one by one wiggling
their stub tails as they take the short jump and go
over--one by one silently unless for the multitudinous
drumming of their hoofs as they move on and go over--
thousands and thousands of them in the grey haze of
evening just after sundown--one by one slanting in a
long line to pass over the hill--

I am the slow, long-legged Sleepyman and I love you
sheep in Persia, California, Argentine, Australia, or
Spain--you are the thoughts that help me when I, the
Sleepyman, lay my hands on the eyelids of the children
of the world at eight o'clock every night--you thousands
and thousands of sheep in a procession of dusk making
an endless multitudinous drumming on the hills with
your hoofs.

- Carl Sandburg


FOOTNOTE (crossed): When St. Brigid brings a basket of teeth down the chimney and if she sees a turkey's shadow, it means six more weeks of winter.

FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Because, despite all appearances, this is still a knitblog.

2 comments:

handeyecrafts said...

Is part of the campaign for YOUR sainthood to give ink to the OTHER saints?

Marin (AntiM) said...

It's called "networking." I hear it's a great way to get your name in front of the big guys.