Poem Hunter
(May 28, 1913 – December 4, 1989 / Utah)


Body my house
my horse my hound
what will I do
when you are fallen

Where will I sleep
How will I ride
What will I hunt

Where can I go
without my mount
all eager and quick
How will I know
in thicket ahead
is danger or treasure
when Body my good
bright dog is dead

How will it be
to lie in the sky
without roof or door
and wind for an eye

With cloud for shift
how will I hide?

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Comments (20)

Jean-Marie, excellent!
An eternal question portrayed so simply and beautifully.
lmao i dont get it (crying laughing emoji)
all eager and quick, good one.
The question is especially poignant because her body was beautiful. Through her intensely feminine poetry, her body inspire daydreams. When you go into a daydeam like that, you have only wind for ansendeye/ and a cloud for a robe.
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