consorting with Nathaniel Hawthorne
7.
Roar
The cones of pine had brightened the room -
fresh, simple, nothing unusual.
But the life-blood of internal throbbing
was heard to welcoming the
Wild Woman.
The nature of yearning
had been transformed to hope -
hope had become certainty.
A woman who lived an honest nature
with an open wish to sing and laugh
had a gift of feeling other people’s secrets.
That is the mystery of a wide and nameless
Roar.