![]() ![]() ![]() He uses an implement with two handles and he chucks it into the hole and he enkindles the stone in the hole with his steel hole by hole striking the fire out of the rock which God has put there. “IN THE DAWN there is a man progressing over the plain by means of holes which he is making in the ground. ![]() He wears on his head a hat he’s made from leaves and they have dried and cracked in the sun and he looks like a raggedyman wandered from some garden where he’d used to frighten birds.”īlood Meridian: Or the Evening Redness in the West His mounted shadow falls for miles before him. The sun that rises is the color of steel. The hobbled mule stands over him and watches the east for light. ![]() The little prairie wolves cry all night and dawn finds him in a grassy draw where he’d gone to hide from the wind. He keeps from off the king’s road for fear of citizenry. The night sky lies so sprent with stars that there is scarcely space of black at all and they fall all night in bitter arcs and it is so that their numbers are no less. He’s left behind the pinewood country and the evening sun declines before him beyond an endless swale and dark falls here like a thunderclap and a cold wind sets the weeds to gnashing. Days of riding where there rode no soul save he. “Now come days of begging, days of theft. ![]()
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