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S. A. S. Female, 63, United States (6/24/2013 10:58:00 AM)


In snow, all tracks
- animal and human-
speak to one another,

a long conversation that keeps breaking off
then starting up again.

I want to read those pages
instead of the kind
made of human words.

I want to write in the language of those
who have been to that place before me.


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  • Rookie - 9 Points Mary Morstan (6/25/2013 3:43:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply
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    It brought to mind Tranströmer:

    Tired of all who come with words, words but no language
    l went to the snow-covered island.
    The wild does not have words.
    The unwritten pages spread out on all sides!
    I come upon the tracks of roe deer in the snow.
    Language but no words.

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  • Freshman - 644 Points Jefferson Carter (6/24/2013 9:44:00 PM) Post reply

    Now this one strikes me as a little phony, that third stanza implying the poor, over-sophisticated poet wants to be freed into the language of tracks. Well, she can; I belong to an environmental group, which, like many others, teaches its members to track, How close salvation is for the over-cerebral manipulator of words!

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