Tuesday, August 02, 2016

A Poem for the New Dogs

Margory Cohen sent this, by the late, great, and much- missed Vicki Hearne:

The New Hound Puppy

Now it is time for her name –

Start the call.  The time may come
For her job, which is to run
Holes in the palpable wind

Hallowed by world and the world
Will collapse, follow this hound
Through meteoric  valleys.

Wolf-shag domains.  Here God says
Himself through the wolf until
A slenderness of hound bitch

With a speed like silk shimmers
At God, all arc and angle,
Revelations for voice.  So

It was in the beginning
And evermore shall be, so
Her arcs speak back to the light

Which is become an affair
Of luminous shadows, so
It was in the beginning

And evermore shall be in
Her temporal impudence,
Intended as litany.

 
Vicki Hearne

Tricks of the Light
University of Chicago Press
Chicago and London
2007

2 comments:

Anonymous said...


"Temporal impudence"
Does it get any better ?
Thank you for posting this!

lizequinox said...

It was Adam's Task by Vicki Hearne that made me realize I could read a "hard" non-fiction book and love the challenge. Way back when. Thank you for sharing & bringing up reminders.