Poetry Midterm

Poetry Midterm Poetry Midterm

Deer Paths The deer know holes in the thickets

where a man has to bleed to get through

The thorn-scratch , the sunburn , a face full of cobwebs

waits for the bow-hunter , derelict , or poet

who chases down the bramble short-cuts

deer families commute on from creek to cornfield

the whole sparrow-flooded sky their hope

and their cathedral when they gather : buck , fawn , and doe

under the hot moon on savannahs of soy-beans

and applauding corn Just one look at the music of their scramble

p from camera-distance , buckles parts of the human body

science has brilliantly misnamed . What could tame

this spark-hooved life the buck-led family

shimmers with together , hooping through forests

straight out of everyone you 've ever known What fled the hulks at computer-screens

chatterers on cell-phones

squint-eyes quizzing over palm-pilots

and GPS grids ? All their joy on screens

The woods know a laziness that refreshes

a needled nothingness sighed in pines

the gushing scent of honey-suckles

the sun-spread sleep of dancing clover

a reaped field tattooed by cloven hooves . Deer Paths The deer know holes in the thickets

where a man has to bleed to get through

The thorn-scratch , the sunburn , a face full of cobwebs

waits for poacher , bum , or poet

who chases down the bramble short-cuts

deer families commute on from creek to cornfield

the whole sparrow-flooded sky their hope

and their cathedral when they gather

under the hot moon on savannahs of soy-beans

and applauding corn . Just one look

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