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Janie saw her life like a great tree in leaf with the things suffered

Janie saw her life like a great tree in leaf with the things suffered

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43/260She was stretched on <strong>her</strong> back beneath <strong>the</strong> pear <strong>tree</strong> soak<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong>alto chant of <strong>the</strong> visit<strong>in</strong>g bees, <strong>the</strong> gold of <strong>the</strong> sun and <strong>the</strong> pant<strong>in</strong>gbreath of <strong>the</strong> breeze when <strong>the</strong> <strong>in</strong>audible voice of it all came to <strong>her</strong>. She<strong>saw</strong> a dust-bear<strong>in</strong>g bee s<strong>in</strong>k <strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong> sanctum of a bloom; <strong>the</strong> thousandsister-calyxes arch to meet <strong>the</strong> love embrace and <strong>the</strong> ecstatic shiver of<strong>the</strong> <strong>tree</strong> from root to t<strong>in</strong>iest branch cream<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> every blossom andfroth<strong>in</strong>g <strong>with</strong> delight. So this was a marriage! She had been summonedto behold a revelation. Then <strong>Janie</strong> felt a pa<strong>in</strong> remorseless sweet thatleft <strong>her</strong> limp and languid.After a while she got up from w<strong>her</strong>e she was and went over <strong>the</strong>little garden field entire. She was seek<strong>in</strong>g confirmation of <strong>the</strong> voiceand vision, and everyw<strong>her</strong>e she found and acknowledged answers. Apersonal answer for all ot<strong>her</strong> creations except <strong>her</strong>self. She felt an answerseek<strong>in</strong>g <strong>her</strong>, but w<strong>her</strong>e? When? How? She found <strong>her</strong>self at <strong>the</strong>kitchen door and stumbled <strong>in</strong>side. In <strong>the</strong> air of <strong>the</strong> room were fliestumbl<strong>in</strong>g and s<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong>g, marry<strong>in</strong>g and giv<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> marriage. When s<strong>her</strong>eached <strong>the</strong> narrow hallway she was rem<strong>in</strong>ded that <strong>her</strong> grandmot<strong>her</strong>was home <strong>with</strong> a sick headache. She was ly<strong>in</strong>g across <strong>the</strong> bed asleep so<strong>Janie</strong> tipped on out of <strong>the</strong> front door. Oh to be a pear <strong>tree</strong>—any <strong>tree</strong> <strong>in</strong>bloom! With kiss<strong>in</strong>g bees s<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong>g of <strong>the</strong> beg<strong>in</strong>n<strong>in</strong>g of <strong>the</strong> world! Shewas sixteen. She had glossy leaves and burst<strong>in</strong>g buds and she wantedto struggle <strong>with</strong> <strong>life</strong> but it seemed to elude <strong>her</strong>. W<strong>her</strong>e were <strong>the</strong> s<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong>gbees for <strong>her</strong>? Noth<strong>in</strong>g on <strong>the</strong> place nor <strong>in</strong> <strong>her</strong> grandma’s houseanswered <strong>her</strong>. She searched as much of <strong>the</strong> world as she could from<strong>the</strong> top of <strong>the</strong> front steps and <strong>the</strong>n went on down to <strong>the</strong> front gate andleaned over to gaze up and down <strong>the</strong> road. Look<strong>in</strong>g, wait<strong>in</strong>g, breath<strong>in</strong>gshort <strong>with</strong> impatience. Wait<strong>in</strong>g for <strong>the</strong> world to be made.Through poll<strong>in</strong>ated air she <strong>saw</strong> a glorious be<strong>in</strong>g com<strong>in</strong>g up t<strong>her</strong>oad. In <strong>her</strong> former bl<strong>in</strong>dness she had known him as shiftless JohnnyTaylor, tall and lean. That was before <strong>the</strong> golden dust of pollen had beglamoredhis rags and <strong>her</strong> eyes.

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