Ondine

By Mary Barnard 1909–2001 Mary Barnard
At supper time an ondine’s narrow feet
made dark tracks on the hearth.
Like the heart of a yellow fruit was the fire’s heat,   
but they rubbed together quite blue with the cold.   
The sandy hem of her skirt dripped on the floor.   
She sat there with a silvered cedar knot
for a low stool; and I sat opposite,
my lips and eyelids hot
in the heat of the fire. Piling on dry bark,
seeing that no steam went up from her dark dress,   
I felt uneasiness
as though firm sand had shifted under my feet   
in the wash of a wave.

I brought her soup from the stove and she would not eat,   
but sat there crying her cold tears,
her blue lips quivering with cold and grief.
She blamed me for a thief,
saying that I had burned a piece of wood
the tide washed up. And I said, No,
the tide had washed it out again; and even so,
a piece of sodden wood was not so rare
as polished agate stones or ambergris.

She stood and wrung her hair
so that the water made a sudden splash
on the round rug by the door. I saw her go   
across the little footbridge to the beach.
After, I threw the knot on the hot coals.
It fell apart and burned with a white flash,
a crackling roar in the chimney and dark smoke.
I beat it out with a poker   
in the soft ash.

Now I am frightened on the shore at night,   
and all the phosphorescent swells that rise
come towards me with the threat of her dark eyes   
with a cold firelight in them;
and crooked driftwood writhes
in dry sand when I pass.

Should she return and bring her sisters with her,   
the withdrawing tide
would leave a long pool in my bed.
There would be nothing more of me this side   
the melting foamline of the latest wave.

Mary Barnard, “Ondine” from Collected Poems (Portland: Breitenbush, 1979). Used by permission of the Estate of Mary Barnard.

Source: Poetry (April 1935).

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Biography

Mary Barnard was born in Vancouver, Washington and attended Reed College where she received her bachelor’s degree in 1932. Her works include A Few Poems (1952), The Mythmakers (1966), Three Fables (1975) and Nantucket Genesis: The Tale of My Tribe (1988). She was awarded Poetry Magazine’s Levinson Award in 1935, the Elliston award for her book Collected Poems (1979), the Western States Book Award in 1986 for her book Time and . . .

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SUBJECT Mythology & Folklore, Relationships, Home Life, Nature, Seas, Rivers, & Streams, Landscapes & Pastorals, Animals

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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