[lit-ideas] A second Tuesday Poem
- From: "Lawrence Helm" <lawrencehelm@xxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2006 11:17:13 -0700
Woden's Meditations
I
In my ennui I leaned
Looking across the breaking wave-crests,
Around the coagulating seaweed
Brown patched at the brim
Of the ocean's patterned slosh.
From the mountains wolves howled
Pulling me back with their love,
Tying affection to me
They paced the forest's edge
Shaggy with tongues lolling,
Elated, those gray, glossy
Jumping bright beasts.
II
I took them to the backwood
Timberline where we sniffed
The pungent scent of deer
From the wind's warmth.
I let them turn to the dead-end
Letting them see
In their rim-world
What they could do.
Fleeing the boxed in
Canyon the deer flew
Before my howling pack
Till their howling was sated.
III
I would see them hunt alone
Someday in gaunt packs
Sprawled through elk forests
And snows of caribou
Till a hundred years go by
I would see them grow
Calling my blessing forth
To their fierce hearts'
Howling the last arctic
Corner for hollow-eyed
Fleeing musk ox
In my midnight sun.
IV
There would be time
In the green sea
To teach the docile shark
The smell of blood;
The killer whale to rip
The blue-fin's lips loose;
The otter to tear-
Frolicking fish up.
Even to make piranha
From the raging anger
Of my meditating
The coming of man.
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