“Lay on more weight!”
—Giles Cory at Salem

I With a dark man in a night dark as the one that killed him, I kneel at Randall Jarrell’s grave. We brush away rained leaves. Broken sky comes down in drops. The slab has gathered light from nowhere—we see it float. It bears us like a raft. I am half adrift in the nighted world, half weighted here under the grinding stone my bones to dust. II You would not think books like these heavy, my yearly output, each in its paper back. They ruffle on the lectern. Where’s the weight, you ask. Over my head, that iron glossary not yet set down, that unabridgement of the great unspoken— there’s the infinity that breaks the pencil’s point in midnight hours. III To my twelve readers and you in your gown I make no plea guilty or not guilty, will testify only to the weight of the stones, the men children books my weighted body under which I run like cider under which I am running like a tide.

ANN DEAGON served as Hege Professor of Humanities and Writer in Residence at Guilford College until her retirement in 1992. She edited The Guilford Review, directed Poetry Center Southeast, and helped establish the North Carolina Writers’ Network, for which she provides critiques. Among her poetry collections are: Carbon 14 (U. Massachusetts), Poetics South (Blair), There Is No Balm in Birmingham (Godine), and The Polo Poems (U. Nebraska-Omaha), plus several chapbooks. Her fiction includes short stories Habitats (Green River) and a novel The Diver’s Tomb (St. Martin’s). Her awards include a creative writing fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts.