Hugh Ellsworth Rodham, bornApril 2, Scranton, Pennsylvania, graduate of Pennsylvania State University, small textile supply owner; died, April 7,in Little Rock, Arkansas The second of three sons, Hugh Rodham was the first in his family to attend and graduate from college, able to attend Penn State University on a football scholarship. Upon graduation, he found work as a travelling salesman of drapery fabrics through the upper-Midwest. He met Dorothy Howell, who was working as a company clerk typist and after a lengthy courtship they married and moved into a one-bedroom Chicago apartment. Navy, stationed at the Great Lakes Naval Station, an hour outside of Chicago, where he worked as a chief petty officer.
Metamorphosis of Evil Autumn: Long past evening, that now sinks over stages of moss; November. A bell rings and the shepherd leads a herd of black and red horses into the village.
Under the hazel bush, the green hunter disembowels a deer. His hands smoke from blood and the shadow of the deer sighs in leaves over the eyes of the man, brown and taciturn; the forest. Crows, that scatter; three.
Their flight resembles a sonata full of faded chords and manly gloom; quietly a golden cloud dissolves. By the mill boys light a fire.
Flame is the brother of the palest one, and the other one laughs buried in his purple hair; or it is a place of murder passed by a stony path. The barberries are gone, year-long it dreams in leaden air under the pines; fear, green darkness, the gurgling of a drowning man; from the starry pond the fisherman pulls a large black fish, countenance filled with cruelty and madness.
The voices of reeds, of quarreling men in the back, the other one sways in a red boat across the freezing waters of autumn, living in dark legends of his race and the eyes opened stony over nights and virgin terrors.
What forces you to stand silently on the decayed stair in the house of your fathers? What do you lift with silver hand to the eyes; and the eyelids sink as if drunk from poppy?
But through the wall of stone you see the starry sky, the Milky Way, Saturn; red. Raging, a bleak tree knocks against the wall of stone. You on decayed stages: You, a blue animal that quietly trembles; you, the pale priest who slaughters it on the black altar.
O your smile in the darkness, sad and evil, so that a child turns pale in sleep. A red flame jumped out of your hand and a moth burned up in it.
O the flute of light; o the flute of death. What forced you to stand silently on the decayed stair in the house of your fathers? Below at the gate an angel knocks with crystalline finger. O the hell of sleep; dark alley, small brown garden. Quietly in the blue evening the figure of the dead rings.
Little green flowers surround them and their countenance has left them. Or it bends faded over the cold forehead of the murderer in the darkness of the hallway; adoration, purple flame of lust; dying, the sleeper fell over black stages into the darkness.
Somebody left you at the the crossroad and you look back for a long time. Silver step in the shadow of small crippled apple trees.
The fruit shines purple in black branches and in the grass the snake molts.
You, still the wilderness that conjures rosy islands from the brown tobacco clouds, and draws from the interior the wild cry of a raptor, that chases around black cliffs in sea, storm and ice.
You, a green metal and inside a fiery face, that wants to pass and sing away sinister ages and the flaming fall of the angel from the hill of skeletons. A dead person visits you. From the heart self-spilt blood runs and in the black eyebrow an unspeakable moment nests; dark encounter.
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