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Thu 21 Jul, 2011 05:31 pm
Plus, can "nurish" serve as a noun?
"Her womb?" Whose womb?
Snow cycle =?
Context:
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.
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)