At Rest in My Father's House
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William Jolliff's newest collection of poetry is a love song for a way of life that is no more. With the coming of industrial agriculture to rural Ohio, family farms and the communities they created and sustained passed away. And so too, now, have the women, the men, and most of the children who did the work. In the tradition of wise old farmers
William Jolliff
William Jolliff, professor of English at George Fox University, is a poet, critic, songwriter, and occasional banjo player. His previous books include "The Poetry of John Greenleaf Whittier: A Readers' Edition" (2000), "Heeding the Call: A Study of Denise Giardina's Fiction" (2020), and the poetry collection "Twisted Shapes of Light" (2015). He grew up on a farm just outside Magnetic Springs, Ohio, and now lives with his wife, Brenda, in Newberg, Oregon.
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At Rest in My Father's House - William Jolliff
Proem
LINEA NIGRA
In certain civilizations . . . the earth was considered as mother and you weren’t allowed to hurt her in any way with hard tools. That was a rule.
—Jacques Ellul
Before you sink that first share in a field
of stubble or stalks, afire with the light
of a bright November morning, idle down
your diesel. That smokestack is a candle,
and its sharp carbon scent—that’s your prayer.
Now plow on. Mark off the headland as straight
as you can. Sight it in steady against
a tree or fence post. Never let your eye
wander. The way you pray the furrow
is the way you’ll turn the field. Make it true.
There’s a lushness in that new groove that’s more
than just a wrinkle, more than a moist lip
of brown. You could almost call it a vein,
but it’s more than that, too. Let it speak to you.
Let it say, This is where we all begin.
Part I
THE BARNS
Long before I was born
the glory left the barns,
the clear-purposed tackle
and singular fixtures
of a thousand daily tasks,
pens perfected in the shape
of life and turning seasons,
the brooding room for hens,
the farrowing pens for swine,
the stalls for bucket calves,
the loading shoots, gone,
the tackle rack, gone,
the pegs for hoes and spades,
for rope and wire, gone,
buggy whips and lanterns, gone—
they’d all gone back to dust,
those lost designs, the work
of brilliant, long-dead hands
all dissolved in the cool dark,
into close and tombish air,
into dust that only faintly kept
the memory of hens and hogs,
the chaffy dung of sweaty teams
that gnawed the gates for salt,
the powdery dirt of intention.
My years were diesel years,
the detritus of snapped tools,
crackled belts with worn cords,
plate steel and tinkered chain,
dual clamps, split wheels,
post-setters and fence-stretchers,
tractor parts and grease and anger
at the faces in the radio,
telling tales of too much rain
and the markets always down.
What was leaving and left
were the offal of debt,
of mechanical desperation—
the barn itself not worth saving,
save as we try to hold it here.
COMING TO KNOW MY FATHERS
A midnight stillness filled Grandpa’s shop
even by day. He was a carpenter,
and he kept his tools as closely as
he kept his own counsel. Some days
if she was sure he’d be gone on a job,
my grandmother would let me in.
The gravel floor was raked clean.
Axes, brooms, edgers, picks,
posthole diggers, scythes, shovels,
and spades sang the alphabet song
along the west and north ends.
Lumber was stacked along the east,
but the south was the holy of holies:
his workbench. It whispered secrets
of order and time. Sets of chisels
arranged in quarter-inch increments,
fifteen different files, candy counters
of wrenches and drill bits, all at hand.
Even then it seemed to me strange kin
to the back shed on my father’s farm,
where crooked makeshift benches