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Famous Caribou Poems by Famous Poets

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by Service, Robert William
...wish I was back,
Up there in the land of the Pole.

I wish I was back on the Hunger Plateaus,
And seeking the lost caribou;
I wish I was up where the Coppermine flows
To the kick of my little canoe.
I'd like to be far on some weariful shore,
In the Land of the Blizzard and Bear;
Oh, I wish I was snug in the Arctic once more,
For I know I am safer up there!

I prowl in the canyons of dismal unrest;
I cringe -- I'm so weak and so small.
I can't get my bearings, I'm...Read More



by Service, Robert William
...that leagueless land that once we knew;
We saw stream past, down valleys glacier-girted,
 The wolf-worn legions of the caribou.
We smoked our pipes, o'er scenes of triumph dwelling;
 Of deeds of daring, dire defeats, we talked;
And other tales that lost not in the telling,
 Ere to our beds uncertainly we walked.

And so, dear friends, in gentler valleys roaming,
 Perhaps, when on my printed page you look,
Your fancies by the firelight may go homing
 To that lone land...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...were light as the parasite of the ermine rat we slew,
And the great musk ox, and the silver fox, and the moose and the caribou.
And we laughed with zest as the insect pest of the marmot crowned our zeal,
And the wary mink and the wily "link", and the walrus and the seal.
And with eyes aglow on the scornful snow we danced a rigadoon,
Round the lonesome lair of the Arctic hare, by the light of the silver moon.

But the time was nigh to homeward hie, when, imagine o...Read More

by Nash, Ogden
...swashes?
This is my euphorian day,
I will ring welkins and before anybody answers I will run away.
I will tame me a caribou
And bedeck it with marabou.
I will pen me my memoirs.
Ah youth, youth! What euphorian days them was!
I wasn't much of a hand for the boudoirs,
I was generally to be found where the food was.
Does anybody want any flotsam?
I've gotsam.
Does anybody want any jetsam?
I can getsam.
I can play chopsticks on the Wurlitzer,
I can speak P...Read More

by Ammons, A R
...****, chuck-will's-widow ****, alpaca ****
(very high stuff), gooney bird ****, chigger ****, bull

**** (the classic), caribou ****, rasbora, python, and
razorbill ****, scorpion ****, man ****, laswing
fly larva ****, chipmunk ****, other-worldly wallaby

****, gopher **** (or broke), platypus ****, aardvark
****, spider ****, kangaroo and peccary ****, guanaco
****, dolphin ****, aphid ****, baboon **** (that leopards

induce), albatross ****, red-headed woodpecker (nine
i...Read More



by Service, Robert William
...you!
Why do you linger all alone in the splendid emptiness,
Scouring the Land of the Little Sticks on the trail of the caribou?

Why did you fall off the Earth, Tom Thorne, out of our social ken?
What did your deep damnation prove? What was your dark despair?
Oh with the width of a world between, and years to the count of ten,
If they cut out your heart to-night, Tom Thorne, her name would be graven there!

And you fled afar for the thing called Peace, and you thought you wo...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...aleap in the river,
 The bighorn asleep on the hill.
The strong life that never knows harness;
 The wilds where the caribou call;
The freshness, the freedom, the farness --
 O God! how I'm stuck on it all.

The winter! the brightness that blinds you,
 The white land locked tight as a drum,
The cold fear that follows and finds you,
 The silence that bludgeons you dumb.
The snows that are older than history,
 The woods where the weird shadows slant;
The stillness, t...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...ared exultantly, the great earth bared its breast,
All river-veined and patterned with the pine;
The heedless hordes of caribou were streaming to the West,
A land of lustrous mystery -- and mine.

Yea, mine to frame my Odyssey: Oh, little do they know
My conquest and the kingdom that I keep!
The meadows of the musk-ox, where the laughing grasses grow,
The rivers where the careless conies leap.
Beyond the silent Circle, where white men are fierce and few,
I lord it, an...Read More

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