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.