IN THIS MEMOIR, Jane Gilgun shares her life story through poetry. Born in coastal Rhode Island, USA, Jane galloped Sadie Cummings, a race horse, on Narragansett Beach, fished off Beavertail, and tramped through the Spring Woods. She moved to Minnesota as an adult to be a professor at the University of Minnesota. Through poetry she shows a child discovering her world in its beauty and snares, themes she continues throughout her life as a horsewoman, a nature lover, a social worker, and a researcher of violence. Above all, these poems convey a spiritual journey about seeking, losing, and finding love and connection.
Here's one of the poems from the collection.
Tomatoes
Tom Smiley, the town drunk,
must’ve thought himself a clever fellow,
sneaking through the woods on his way to the bar,
leaving behind the vine-covered cottage
where he lived with his wife and kids
who begged him not to drink.
Silent as a cheetah, he stole in on us small kids
playing in the woods, scaring us,
excusing himself with silent smile and whiskey breath
and slinking noiselessly away.
His children turned out well,
son superintendent of schools,
daughter superior of her order,
Tom dead of cirrhosis,
widow dead behind the green of the viney cottage.
Once I saw Tom emerge from the woods,
go to our garden,
pick tomatoes,
put them in a paper sack,
knock on our back door,
ask my mother if she would like to buy
some nice plump tomatoes.
She said no.
I never told on Tom till now.
I don’t know why.