Their eyes were watching
There are years that ask questions and years
that answer. Janie had had no chance to
know things, so she had to ask. Did
marriage end the cosmic loneliness of the
unmated? Did marriage compel love like the
sun the day?
Husbands and wives always loved each other, and
that was what marriage meant. It was just
so. Janie felt glad of the thought, for
then it wouldn’t seem so destructive and mouldy.
She wouldn’t be lonely anymore.
It was a lonesome place like a stump in the
middle of the woods where nobody had ever been.
The house was absent of flavor, too. But
anyhow Janie went on inside to wait for love to
people and things had failed her so she hung
over the gate and looked up the road towards way
off. She knew now that marriage did not
Janie’s first dream was
dead, so she became a woman.