From My Ántonia
by Willa Cather
Winter comes down savagely (on little towns) on
Winter lies too long in country towns;
We had been silent a long time
The edge of the sun sunk nearer and nearer the prairie floor
when we saw a figure moving on the edge of the upland…
“Antonia!” called her father
“Tatinek!”–and we ran to meet him…
Antonia took his hand and kissed it…
As the sun set…
they went off hand in hand…
Winter comes down savagely..
Like the light of truth itself!
“My Papa, sad for old country,
He never make music any more.
At home he play violin all the time. Here never.”
When he took his life…Antonia threw her arms around me
“Oh Jimmy, what you think my lovely papa!”
I could feel her heart breaking as she clung to me.
Winter comes down savagely on the (prairie)
With a…bier song