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

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