i begin to the next
groan
i spend climb
the old snow on the thigh and
fall—
fall one day i begin
to keep up
at
night
reappear
blows
of
bear-transcendence
the fairway i
begin to hunt him down as i knew
i would
and which i lurch
the word "hunt" appears precisely
no time in Gallway Kinnell's
poem
no
mattering wonder old snow the bear him
and digest of the wind
at
the
flyway
in her ravine
in
the bear's
blood the world
at
dismayal
i awaken
i
tottering wonder
old snow the dismayed
i awaken a third
i
begin toward winter and
gnash it up
splash on think
must rise
come to the trail behind
me
and down
my nostrils
flared
and which
way to
begin the seventh day
Source: Kinnell, Galway. “The Bear.” Poetry Foundation. n.d. Web. 6 July 2016.