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The Fencerow

Text of Poem

A ripple of ground still shows the line where
a fence once divided this field in two—
the habit of being divided fades slowly
and may not be smoothed out in one growing season.

Here where two fields shared a common boundary
that kept corn from oats and the meadow from rye
the limit set to please some farmer’s business
has now been plowed over and planted to crops.

There were stones here once and woodchuck burrows,
these things belong to the edge of a field,
where perhaps wild grapevine had looped protection
around the nest where the hen pheasant sat,

and rested its vines on the barbed wire fence
that stood for authority once in this place
till the wire went slack and the barbs grew rusty
and posts rotted off, and soon nothing was left,

in the wave of the ground but a few wild roses,
though lately I found a freshly dug den
where a fox of the old school loyal to his party
had refused to admit that the fencerow was gone.

First Line
A ripple of ground still show the line where
Original Pub Location
Original Publication Date
1942
Original Citation
Poetry 60 (July 1942) 201.
Republication
Complete Poems
48
Hearst Collections
Word Count
176
Variant

Originally published as "The Fence Row"

Poetic Form
open
Themes