Sara Bard Field (1882-1974) was one such comrade - a courageous and passionate woman whose home in Los Gatos she shared not only with her husband, Charles Erskine Scott Wood, but with the cultural "movers and shakers" of the San Francisco and Monterey areas. The great photographer, Ansel Adams, sought Sara out for questions of spiritual importance even as he sought out Ella's advice in his quest to be a poet.
So here is a poem by Sara Bard Field written after the tragic death of her son, Albert.
The Windy Hour
I walked a little while alone
Upon a wind-wrapped hill
And suddenly, as by command,
My soul grew listening-still.
Listening like the deaf and dumb
Who hear with haunted eyes
Fearful of learning life, half-true
And learning life, half-lies.
And this is what was softly said
Upon a wind-wrapped hill:
"Tomorrow shall you, like your soul,
Lie motionless and still.
Lie motionless and old and numb -
Closed your ears and eyes
For death shall make an end of truth
For you - and end of lies.
"For death shall make an end of truth
Save the one truth of sleep;
No ear need hear that silencing
No eye need watch it creep."