Under The Hills Near the Moravia River
She lay there midst
Mammoth, reindeer, and wolf bones;
Diadem of fox teeth round her brow
Ocher under her hips
26,640 plus or minus 110 years before 'now'.
Burnt reindeer-pelvis bone bits
in her mouth,
Bones of two men lying by her,
one each side.
Gary Snyder
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And perhaps a few more words by Snyder on this cold August morning, reminding one of travelling and far off places, the following taken from Raven's Beak River At the End, in this poem he captures for a moment the old celtic enmeshing of nature, animals and the cosmic reality we sometimes forget.
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Raven-sitting high spot
eyes on the snowpeaks,
nose of morning
raindrops in the sunshine
nose of morning
raindrops in the sunshine
Skin of sunlight
skin of chilly gravel
Mind in the mountain, mind of tumbling water,
mind running rivers
Mind of sifting
flowers in the gravels
At the end of the ice age
we are the bears, we are the ravens,
We are the salmon
in the gravel
At the end of the ice age.
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