-Steven Long (http://www8.georgetown.edu/centers/cndls/lumen/faculty/oconnor/river/biography.htm)
|James Still at his cabin on Dead Mare Branch, on his 80th birthday, July 16, 1986; Photo by Tom Eblen|
|James Still at his cabin on Dead Mare Branch, Knott County, on his 80th birthday, July 16, 1986. Photo by Tom Eblen|
I shall not leave these prisoning hillsThough they topple their barren heads to level earthAnd the forests slide uprooted out of the sky.Though the waters of Troublesome, of Trace Fork,Of Sand Lick rise in a single body to glean the valleys,To drown lush pennyroyal, to unravel rail fences;Though the sun-ball breaks the ridges into dustAnd burns its strength into the blistered rockI cannot leave. I cannot go away.Being of these hills, being one with the foxStealing into the shadows, one with the new-born foal,The lumbering ox drawing green beech logs to mill,One with the destined feet of man climbing and descending,And one with death rising to bloom again, I cannot go.Being of these hills I cannot pass beyond.
(a poem of Mr. Still's that is inseparably linked to his home place)