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Thunder and A Southern Rhetoric

Thunder and A Southern Rhetoric Mason-Dixon Lines TW O P O E M S B Y C AT H Y S M I T H B OW E R S ". . . when the land is long given up for dead/ and farmers have disinherited the sky/ for good this time/ it breaks sudden and big as forgiveness." Photograph by Dan Robinson, courtesy of wvlightning.com. THUNDER My husband calls from his month-long trip to California still nursing the anger he left me holding like a small child in the dwindling window of the airport and hears from my side of the continent the crack of thunder. And yes, yes that is what he misses most about South Carolina. Not the dust rising in red puffs above the corn. Not the lakes of carp and catfish turning deep in their tentative dreams of flight. But the way when the land is long given up for dead and farmers have disinherited the sky for good this time it breaks sudden and big as forgiveness. They don't have that here, he says as if he were speaking of grits or Dixie beer or a woman who would stand in a storm holding the receiver to http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Southern Cultures University of North Carolina Press

Thunder and A Southern Rhetoric

Southern Cultures , Volume 8 (1) – Jan 2, 2002

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Copyright © 2002 Center for the Study of the American South.
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Abstract

Mason-Dixon Lines TW O P O E M S B Y C AT H Y S M I T H B OW E R S ". . . when the land is long given up for dead/ and farmers have disinherited the sky/ for good this time/ it breaks sudden and big as forgiveness." Photograph by Dan Robinson, courtesy of wvlightning.com. THUNDER My husband calls from his month-long trip to California still nursing the anger he left me holding like a small child in the dwindling window of the airport and hears from my side of the continent the crack of thunder. And yes, yes that is what he misses most about South Carolina. Not the dust rising in red puffs above the corn. Not the lakes of carp and catfish turning deep in their tentative dreams of flight. But the way when the land is long given up for dead and farmers have disinherited the sky for good this time it breaks sudden and big as forgiveness. They don't have that here, he says as if he were speaking of grits or Dixie beer or a woman who would stand in a storm holding the receiver to

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Southern CulturesUniversity of North Carolina Press

Published: Jan 2, 2002

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