English Rendering
Her man the war took. She abides
In a roof of reed. Hemp‑cloth her wear;
Her hair is thistledown the wind dries.
The mulberry‑trees are gone. The tax
Stands. Fields are waste. The levy
Of grain grows. She grubs herbs, with the root‑sax;
She breaks green wood, leaf‑smoke to heavy.
Go deeper in. Still deeper. None
Goes deep enough to miss the tally‑man
Or the conscripting‑lot. It is not done.
