TO AN AGED BEAR ~ N. Scott Momaday 



Hold hard this infirmity.
It defines you. You are old.

Now fix yourself in summer,
In thickets of ripe berries,

And venture toward the ridge
Where you were born. Await there

The setting sun. Be alive
To that old conflagration

One more time. Mortality
Is your shadow and your shade.

Translate yourself to spirit;
Be present on your journey.

Keep to the trees and waters.
Be the singing of the soil.

3 Comments

  • brie

    brie

    jdi
    jdi
  • noel

    noel cal

    amazing
    amazing
  • john bruce

    john bruce sugar grove

    i love this poem
    i love this poem