Friday, December 16, 2005
Of Wood-weasels & the Abstruse
THE WOOD-WEASEL
emerges daintily, the skunk—
don't laugh—in sylvan black and white chipmunk
regalia. The inky thing
adaptively whited with glistening
goat-fur, is wood-warden. In his
ermined well-cuttlefish-inked wool, he is
determination's totem. Out-
lawed? His sweet face and powerful feet go about
in chieftain's coat of Chilcat cloth.
He is his own protection from the moth,
noble little warrior. That
otter-skin on it, the living pole-cat,
smothers anything that stings. Well,—
this same weasel's playful and his weasel
associates are too. Only
Wood-weasels shall associate with me.
—Marianne Moore
________________________
I MAY, I MIGHT, I MUST
—Marianne Moore
If you will tell me why the fen
appears impassable, I then
will tell you why I think that I
can get across it if I try.
________________________
VALUES IN USE
—Marianne Moore
I attended school and I liked the place—
grass and little locust-leaf shadows like lace.
Writing was discussed. They said, "We create
values in the process of living, daren't await
their historic progress." Be abstract
and you'll wish you'd been specific; it's a fact.
What was I studying? Values in use,
"Judged on their own ground." Am I still abstruse?
Walking along, a student said offhand,
"'Relevant' and 'plausible' were words I understand."
A pleasing statement, anonymous friend,
Certainly the means must not defeat the end.
_________________________
—Medusa
Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their poetry and announcements of Northern California poetry events to kathykieth@hotmail.com for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.)
emerges daintily, the skunk—
don't laugh—in sylvan black and white chipmunk
regalia. The inky thing
adaptively whited with glistening
goat-fur, is wood-warden. In his
ermined well-cuttlefish-inked wool, he is
determination's totem. Out-
lawed? His sweet face and powerful feet go about
in chieftain's coat of Chilcat cloth.
He is his own protection from the moth,
noble little warrior. That
otter-skin on it, the living pole-cat,
smothers anything that stings. Well,—
this same weasel's playful and his weasel
associates are too. Only
Wood-weasels shall associate with me.
—Marianne Moore
________________________
I MAY, I MIGHT, I MUST
—Marianne Moore
If you will tell me why the fen
appears impassable, I then
will tell you why I think that I
can get across it if I try.
________________________
VALUES IN USE
—Marianne Moore
I attended school and I liked the place—
grass and little locust-leaf shadows like lace.
Writing was discussed. They said, "We create
values in the process of living, daren't await
their historic progress." Be abstract
and you'll wish you'd been specific; it's a fact.
What was I studying? Values in use,
"Judged on their own ground." Am I still abstruse?
Walking along, a student said offhand,
"'Relevant' and 'plausible' were words I understand."
A pleasing statement, anonymous friend,
Certainly the means must not defeat the end.
_________________________
—Medusa
Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their poetry and announcements of Northern California poetry events to kathykieth@hotmail.com for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.)