The Deer Lay Down Their Bones

 I followed the narrow cliffside trail half way up the mountain
Above the deep river-canyon. There was a little cataract crossed the path, 
 flinging itself
Over tree roots and rocks, shaking the jeweled fern-fronds, bright bubbling 
 water
Pure from the mountain, but a bad smell came up. Wondering at it I clam-
 bered down the steep stream
Some forty feet, and found in the midst of bush-oak and laurel,
Hung like a bird's nest on the precipice brink a small hidden clearing,
Grass and a shallow pool. But all about there were bones Iying in the grass, 
 clean bones and stinking bones,
Antlers and bones: I understood that the place was a refuge for wounded 
 deer; there are so many
Hurt ones escape the hunters and limp away to lie hidden; here they have 
 water for the awful thirst
And peace to die in; dense green laurel and grim cliff

Make sanctuary, and a sweet wind blows upward from the deep gorge.--I 
 wish my bones were with theirs.
But that's a foolish thing to confess, and a little cowardly. We know that life
Is on the whole quite equally good and bad, mostly gray neutral, and can 
 be endured
To the dim end, no matter what magic of grass, water and precipice, and 
 pain of wounds,
Makes death look dear. We have been given life and have used it--not a 
 great gift perhaps--but in honesty
Should use it all. Mine's empty since my love died--Empty? The flame-
 haired grandchild with great blue eyes
That look like hers?--What can I do for the child? I gaze at her and wonder 
 what sort of man
In the fall of the world . . . I am growing old, that is the trouble. My chil-
 dren and little grandchildren
Will find their way, and why should I wait ten years yet, having lived sixty-
 seven, ten years more or less,
Before I crawl out on a ledge of rock and die snapping, like a wolf
Who has lost his mate?--I am bound by my own thirty-year-old decision:
 who drinks the wine
Should take the dregs; even in the bitter lees and sediment
New discovery may lie. The deer in that beautiful place lay down their
 bones: I must wear mine.




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