Transcription
Mountain Dulcimer
The dulcimer sings from fretted maple throat
Of the doe’s swift poise, the fox’s fleeting step
And music of hounds upon the outward slope
Stirring the night, drumming the ridge-strewn ay,
The anvil’s strength - - - and the silence after
That aches & cries unhushed into the day.
From the dulcimer’s breast sound hunting horns
Strong as clenched hands upon the edge of death,
The creak of saddlebags, of oxen yoke & thongs
Wild turkey’s treble, dark sudden flight of crows,
Of unshod hoofs - - - - and the stillness after,
Butter as salt drenching the tongue of pain
And the lambs crying, breath of the lark,
Long drinks from piggins – hard against the lips,
And with hoarse singing, raw as hickory shagbark,
The foal’s anxiety is woven with the straining wedge,
And the wasp’s anger - - - and the quiet after
For the carver of maple on a keen blade’s edge
(anonymous)
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