Friday, November 9, 2018

Spirit Badger (trip to Hafford)


"Anyone with quiet pace who
walks a gray road in the West
may hear a badger underground where   
in deep flint another time is
Caught by flint and held forever,   
the quiet pace of God stopped still."

from Walking West
by William Stafford



"Her luck
has always been bad, so she stood
to one side and let me pass, trailing
the unmistakable aroma of badger
which she mistook for my underwear,
and so she looked upward, not
to heaven but to the cracked ceiling
her husband had promised to mend,
and she sighed for the first time
in my life that sigh which would tell
me what was for dinner. 


from One My Own

by Philip Levine

full poem 
https://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php%3Fdate=2006%252F01%252F10.html

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