Wikipedia Poem, No. 248

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“I lie out / dragging myself forward with bear-knives in my fists.” Galway Kinnell

 

      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

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Source: Kinnell, Galway. “The Bear.” Poetry Foundation. n.d. Web. 6 July 2016.

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