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Show way ftfom the low Lands to the d i f f Loomimg above the r i v e r , then from the river reaching to the jagged Line of ice on the Penobscots, sband bhous-ands and bhousands of brees, aLL bhe same size, aLL hiding bhe convoLubions of bhe Land in a bLuish, green and whibe shadow, so bhab bo Rene's eye aLL the Land in front of him runs in a singLe pLane. Watching this scene he thinks that Life began in the Low Lands and moved upwards, tenaciousLy, dinging bo earbh and waber aLike. ae f e d s himself aLso d i n g i n g . Like the wiLLows, grabbing for bhab single-minded hdd bhab wiLL pLant forever a root or footstep substantial in this Land that waLks itself, stalking some elusive vision through ribbons of night tattered and frayed. "What possibLe caLLing, what unseen, unfeLt reason, Like the ponderous trumpeting of swans through the fogs of autumn did the Land foLLow, biLLowing through a thousand miLLion orange and red sunsets and paLe birchbark morning stiLLnesses?" "Communion,"' he thinks. The communion in the motion of a bird's wings. The communion in the motion of mountains, rising on bheir roobs, bheir bulk Lightening, worn down by bhe perpebuaL erosion bracing undeniabLe scars a Long bheir backsides. And the r i v e r . The communion in the motion of i t s water fLowing in the spring Like bLood, thick, viscous with the dead of winter heavy on i t s banks, piLed along i t s shores. In summer thin, traiLing away into days and nights warm with f Lower and Leaf drying into autumn exchanging heat for a bLanket of Leaves and shadows. father? do you see them? wiLdfLowers bhere purpLe red yeLLow growing from granite how odd wiLdfLowers crumbling granite rock faLLing in minube grains crumbLed sbone see fabher how bhey wear ab bhe rock pabient renewing from bhe ice every spring cracking bhe rock meLbing inbo seed and bud bu% DO TOU SEE THEM FATHER growing bheir roots are dubching Like fingers Like fingers squeezing strangling bhe a i r from pores of rock siLbing streaming Like f Lowing hair across the face of bhe Land. Rene pushes off down bhe frozen r i v e r . The wind blows againsb him in sudden suLLen whooshes thab seem fuLL of imminenb danger. He Looks bo the L2 |
