Swift as the hunter is subtle the reindeer is fleet.
Lush as the honey she suckles the queen-bee is sweet.
Soundless
today but for the sounds of local living
by
those too small to heed another noise.
Baked as a bun in the oven the brick
sitting suns,
stréaked with blate white as a street waves the brook-water runs.
Bereft as a river in winter the
mourning doves sing
in a soft
as the low clouds are lofty
sad song to the spring.
Far
as the eyrie precarious upon a pinnacle
wings the eagle balancing aloft a wind.
Bright as a butterly's coloured the chrysalis spins
by a thin
as the thorax is timid thread, gently in wind.
As lean as a finger is crooked, the millipede crawls
on the rim of these brick as a river is back-garden walls.
Bent as a boat to the task wends the ant through the dew,
fálling down, violent and tiny, and rising anew.
Rash as his hunger is lovely the bumblebee stings
falling dead as the red as an orchid
flesh
wretchedly wrings.
Yet what is that new scent upon the
wind,
as
were danger a flower?
The
doe has sniffed the smell of him
whose
hand would bow her.
Hushed as the lace of a coverlet borders the woods
upon
green as the season is grasslike sweet cloverful field.
Tough in the trunk of the oak bark grows tempered as teak;
corrupted as sponge stigmas yield
neath the hummingbird's beak.
Crouching, senses tensing, he is nearing
her now
Sniffing,
sensing, drawing the bow…
-- Rushed
for the hunter is running
the reindeer now flees,
while
hushed as the petal is supple buzz
humming the bees.
The
hunter blunders blindly in a rush
to
track the doe whose high hoof gores the bush.
Seeker… sought… and some one other thing…
Then
lo as from the woods she bounds
the
doe is frozen: for the sun has
seized the scene.
Nor
does such as herself would seize
(whose
boot one last dark root
treads as he leaves the
leaves)
'scape
seizure: sun-seized equally
ev-er-y-thing.
As subtly and as quickly as the deer now rusts his gun;
the hunter ages eighty years; his bones bake in the sun.
The doe draws up in sunlight, and her eyes in query blink.
The noble neck untenses, by the stream she droops to drink.
All memory of chase now fades, for danger now is passed.
Protected from all age she grazes, timeless as the grass.
[A note on prosody:
The initial, unindented couplets are of eight beats
each:
Five dactylic, and three of silence.
The indented lines have no meter, save that of speech,
or thought.
For an example of dactylic pentameter (an isolated line in
an otherwise speech-timed prose-poem by Whitman):
Nature now without check, with original
energy.
The language of the poem is only-somewhat-older
English,
mixed with a bit of
prenominal-descriptor-pileup
German.]
[As for the state of mind here embodied, cf. this:
http://worldofdrjustice.blogspot.com/2015/07/schroedingers-cat.html ]
[As for the state of mind here embodied, cf. this:
http://worldofdrjustice.blogspot.com/2015/07/schroedingers-cat.html ]
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