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By Jack Joseph Smith
By Jack Joseph Smith
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Childhood in the watershed appears as sickness, delight, weather, coal, prayer, and a river secretly changing course through the cliffs.
The poem remembers a time before categorical thinking, when weeds and grass, stumps and saplings, danger and play all ran together. That innocence is not pure, because sulfur, coal, and bodily sickness are already part of the pleasure. The guitars in the sky and the murmured prayer make the watershed feel musically alive just as the river quietly alters its own path.
One long unbroken stanza of childhood that knew no categories - 'not knowing or caring about / the differance between the weeds and the grass' - where the children 'licked the watershed / and got sick and went right back and did it / again.' The old stone-home custom recurs, and the woods seem to speak: 'the trees wine / and stretch for embrace,' 'I thought there / were gutar's in the sky,' the silence 'as if the murmer was some kind of / prayer.' It ends with nature quietly altering itself, 'the river / had decided to change its way and run ... abrest the cliffs.'