|Pain-Sound in the Woods
||I did. I went on to where its growing was. It reaches up and up -- most away to the clouds. Days have been when I did sit by it to have thinks. And
Thomas Chatterton Jupiter Zeus
has gone goes there with me, and
has waited waits while I did say prayers by that great tree. And I have told it all the things I am going to do when I grow up. I have told it about the books I am going to write about wood-folks and them of the field, and about the twins I want when I grow up, and the eight other children. And always I have read to this great fir tree the letters I have wrote and put in the big log for the
to take to grandmére and
I have heard the little wind-song among its arms
to the sky, and I have almost touched the big gray shadow with velvet fingers that stays close by it at night-time.
||And today there I did watch and I did hear its moans as the saw went through it. And I sat down on the ground. There was a queer feel in my throat and I couldn't stand up. All the woods seemed a still sound except the pain-sound of the saw. It seemed like a little voice was calling from the cliffs. And then it was many voices. They were all little voices calling as one silver voice come together. The saw -- it didn't stop -- it went on sawing. Then I did have thinks the silver voice was calling to the soul of the big fir tree. The saw did stop. There was a stillness. There was a queer sad sound. The big tree did quiver. It did sway. It crashed to the earth.
Center for Electronic Studying, University of Oregon.
February 6, 2003