SiStan ChapLee

Sunday, July 30, 2017

The 7 Days of CryAction 6: 661-765

by Nivalis70 (website)

A hind in labor reveals
a wisdom wider than
any other animal having
a seed of reasoning;
to human hospitality
she confides her fawns,
for fear of wolves
avoiding the wilderness
and untilled terrains to
[670] follow the footprints
left by leather soles.
There she happily litters
while eating “seselis”—
or shelters in a cowshed
from the wolf’s fangs
or in a fissured rock
she builds a bunker
for her still frail fawns
and feeds them with four
[680] udders, or two if Nature
made her more meager.
Being melancholy-less
she enjoys a long life
and occasionally albino,
is worshiped by peoples
like the one who wandered
untied in a hortus conclusus
freed by a Capuan king.
Fame endowed that doe
[690] with golden antlers
and an adorned necklace
though antlers actually,
the deer’s distinguishing
mark, Nature denied to her
while embellishing the males
who renew them regularly;
the old ones fall because
of their weight, the forehead
will acquire a new crown
[700] with one more horn
as each spring appears
(sometimes ivy even
grew on them, Munchausen).
Paradoxically, my Darwin,
Nature gilded with glory
this timorous beast
elegant dandy endowed
with useless artillery.
His heart tho huge-sized
[710] boasts of no boldness
it only contains cowardice;
as in ever-running hares
his blood is poor in fibers
therefore not thick
but resembling milk
not fortified by rennet.
Sometimes however Love—
when the Earth’s womb
opens viridescent, ice
[720] already disappears, snow
makes streams muddy—
encourages the stags
to turn into warriors
and fight in the forests.
Then not only wolves, tigers
bears, dappled bobcats
wild boars (rubbing their ribs
against trunks to shape
a hard armor of mud)
[730] start to roam on heat
but the hind too, unmindful
of her defenseless fawns;
the shyest species are
spurred by sex pangs.
A flaming fury leads
beyond Bithynia, Ida
Euphrates and Taurus
the maniac mothers,
beyond ridges and rivers
[740] crags and rocks
and valleys—not towards
Apollo’s birthplace but
North, West, and whence
Auster saddens the sky.
Does distil a poison
nicknamed “hippomanes
by shepherds, often
reworked by witches
with unholy herbs
[750] and foul formulas.
All-including, the longing
for ones offspring
and mad mating now
physically flares up
and brings up battles
not only between bears
but humble herd leaders.
Observers in suspense
of such cruel contests
[760] between superb stags
are the belles who bet
on the knights more likely
to become their barons;
seconds do not dare
separate the adversaries. 

(SUMMER BREAK: to be continued on Aug. 27)