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The poem says what?

 
 
Reply Thu 21 Jul, 2011 05:31 pm

Plus, can "nurish" serve as a noun?
"Her womb?" Whose womb?
Snow cycle =?

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A Gradual Canticle For Augustine
2011-05-12 00:24:40
by Tabitha King


The thinnest bear is awakened in the winter
by the sleep-laughter of locusts,
by the dream-blustering of bees,
by the honeyed scent of desert sands
that the wind carries in her womb
into the distant hills, into the house of Cedar.

The bear has heard a sure promise.
Certain words are edible; the nourish
more than snow heaped upon silver plates
or ice overflowing golden bowls. Chips of ice
from the mouth of a lover are not always better,
Nor a desert dreaming always a mirage.
The rising bear sings a gradual canticle
woven of sand that conquers cities
by a snow cycle. His praise seduces
a passing wind, traveling to the sea
wherein a fish, caught in a careful net,
hears a bear's song in the cool-scented snow.
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Reply Fri 22 Jul, 2011 12:14 am
1. The poem says what?

Who knows? This is poetry, remember. 1960s feminist Canadian poetry at that. Something about winter and bears and wombs I guess. (rolls eyes)

2. Can "nurish" serve as a noun?

The version you showed has errors. See below.

3. "Her womb?" Whose womb?

The wind's womb. The wind is personified. (That's a poetry thing.)

4. Snow cycle =?

Slow cycle. God knows what this means. The onset of winter? The change of seasons? It's a puzzle for you to solve!



The thinnest bear is awakened in the winter
by the sleep-laughter of locusts,
by the dream-blustering of bees,
by the honeyed scent of desert sands
that the wind carries in her womb
into the distant hills, into the houses of Cedar.

The bear has heard a sure promise.
Certain words are edible; they nourish
more than snow heaped upon silver plates
or ice overflowing golden bowls. Chips of ice
from the mouth of a lover are not always better,
nor a desert dreaming always a mirage.
The rising bear sings a gradual canticle
woven of sand that conquers cities
by a slow cycle. His praise seduces
a passing wind, traveling to the sea
wherein a fish, caught in a careful net,
here is a bear’s song in the cool-scented snow.

Tabitha King (1969)
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Reply Fri 22 Jul, 2011 01:48 am
@contrex,
Inspeirational.

Thank you.
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