
Genevieve Taggard, “To One Loved Wholly Within Wisdom”
Someone will reap you like a field,
Pile your gathered plunder,
Garner what you bring to yield,
Turn your beauty under;
In cruel usages, in such
Sickle-cutting, heaping;
Certain women toil too much,
Wearing of their reaping;
Someone else may winnow you;
Someone else may plunder;
I have cut too many new
Swathes, and broken under
Soil that should have fallow lain
To be greedy either
For the shattered stalk, the stain
Where the clusters wither.