Monday, November 3, 2014

November 3: Poet of the Week, Galway Kinnell, "To Christ Our Lord"

I learned on Saturday that one of my favorite poets had died:  Galway Kinnell.  Kinnell had been suffering from leukemia and was 87 years old.

This news depressed me quite a bit.  I grew up reading his work, memorizing his poems.  Actually, I wanted to be Galway Kinnell when I grew up.  His language is pristine and beautiful and honest.  None of the postmodern tomfoolery for him.

That's why I chose him as the Poet of the Week.  I want you to fall in love with him the way I did.  Fully.  Deeply.

Saint Marty is going to be in mourning for a little while over this loss.

To Christ Our Lord

by:  Galway Kinnell

The legs of the elk punctured the snow's crust
And wolves floated lightfooted on the land
Hunting Christmas elk living and frozen.
Indoors snow melted in a basin and a woman basted
A bird spread over coals by its wings and head.

Snow had sealed the windows; candles lit
The Christmas meal. The special grace chilled
The cooked bird, being long-winded and the room cold.
During the words a boy thought, is it fitting
To eat this creature killed on the wing?

For he had shot it himself, climbing out
Alone on snowshoes in the Christmas dawn,
The fallen snow swirling and the snowfall gone,
Heard its throat scream as the rifle shouted,
Watched it drop, and fished from the snow the dead.

He had not wanted to shoot. The sound
Of wings beating into the hushed morning
Had stirred his love, and the things
In his gloves froze, and he wondered,
Even famishing, could he fire? Then he fired.

Now the grace praised his wicked act. At its end
The bird on the plate
Stared at his stricken appetite.
There had been nothing to do but surrender,
To kill and to eat; he ate as he had killed, with wonder.


At night on snowshoes on the drifting field
He wondered again, for whom had love stirred?
The stars glittered on the snow and nothing answered.
Then the Swan spread her wings, cross of the cold north,
The pattern and mirror of the acts of earth. 


 
Good night, sweet prince

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