And then beyond the open water, dim with midges, Where the log drive lay pressed against the boom, It slowly rose a person, rose a girl, Her wet hair heavy on her like a helmet, Who, leaning on a log looked back at Paul. And that made Paul in turn look back To see if it was anyone behind him That she was looking at instead of him. Murphy had been there watching all the time, But from a shed where neither of them could see him. There was a moment of suspense in birth When the girl seemed too water-logged to live, Before she caught her first breath with a gasp And laughed. Then she climbed slowly to her feet, And walked off talking to herself or Paul Across the logs like backs of alligators, Paul taking after her around the pond. Next evening Murphy and some other fellows Got drunk, and tracked the pair up Catamount, From the bare top of which there is a view To other hills across a kettle valley. And there, well after dark, let Murphy tell it, They saw Paul and his creature keeping house. It was the only glimpse that anyone Has had of Paul and her since Murphy saw them Falling in love across the twilight mill-pond. More than a mile across the wilderness They sat together half-way up a cliff In a small niche let into it, the girl Brightly, as if a star played on the place, Paul darkly, like her shadow. All the light Was from the girl herself, though, not from a star, As was apparent from what happened next. All those great ruffians put their throats together, And let out a loud yell, and threw a bottle, As a brute tribute of respect to beauty. Of course the bottle fell short by a mile, But the shout reached the girl and put her light out. She went out like a firefly, and that was all. So there were witnesses that Paul was married, And not to anyone to be ashamed of. Everyone had been wrong in judging Paul. Murphy told me Paul put on all those airs About his wife to keep her to himself. Paul was what’s called a terrible possessor. Owning a wife with him meant owning her. She wasn’t anybody else’s business, Either to praise her, or so much as name her, And he’d thank people not to think of her. Murphy’s idea was that a man like Paul Wouldn’t be spoken to about a wife In any way the world knew how to speak. WILD GRAPES