“A Tune Close to the Finish of the World,” by Sharon Olds
As a result of I out of the blue consider the bear— my head jerks up—doesn’t imply the bear is close to. I used to be right here 4 months earlier than I noticed the bear. Large exhausted mammal trudged by the porch—it was the bear Joe advised me Sue had seen whereas she was selecting berries. Male, 5 hundred kilos, the bear was large in entrance, and tapered towards the naked patch on the furred nearly curly truculent rear. Such a scorching midsummer, such a drained bear. He was like a god—a lot house was crammed with bear. Like a cumulonimbus come all the way down to earth—a density of bear with blood in him, and enamel, and a bear liver and bear lights. A pirate bear, a non-public bear, a lone bear, it could be a father bear, it’s a son bear, a quarantine bear, doing the important work of his life—an endangered bear. We didn’t share breath—I used to be behind the window, and the bear handed on the opposite facet of the porch rails like a bear passing by means of bars of daylight. And bears are imprisoned now in smaller and smaller wild jails for bears. After I stand at a bush now and decide a blackberry, I ponder how the bear does it, together with his enamel or his bear claws, which in my youth have been bear- mitt pastries, brown sugar embedded with poppy seeds just like the dust and gore in bear palms—folks have been eaten by bears each summer time. My favourite a part of this bear was his velvety golden-brown bear muzzle. Galway and I have been mates, in a approach—a friendship that would bear robust hugs. To me, a male—bear or human—was an unknown, like my husband, like Galway. I bore many poems by Galway, and he bore many by me. Was “The Bear” a boy? I believe so. A human being was male, then. A woman bear may need appeared an excessive amount of like a mom—what man then may bear his mom. I believe this tune is sort of a mate for Galway’s “Bear.” A buddy on the finish of the world—it’s barely identified how lengthy we are able to go on. A want for the bear: pleasure, secure cubs born and but to be born; ease of bear thoughts; bear coronary heart’s ease, and a dream of a bear heaven, hills and woods of comb-born honey.