my backpaws
I lift and let fall
my forepaws
I lift and bring down that
which
always stirs my tail
to hear
from far off your voice coming this way
almost
stupefying
I look
for and find myself a fallen tree
to
stoop over into sleep
its strips
merge into my hide
its strips
merge into my forepaws
its strips
merge into my ears
Philip and Mary Baer: "The song given here is sung by the Lacondón Indians of Chiapas when a person meets a jaguar on the trail in the jungle. The rhythm of the song is imitative of the walk of the jaguar. It is believed that when the animal hears the song it will go away."
ReplyDeleteJaime de Angulo:
ReplyDeleteI never was a man.
I kill men.
In the shadow of the bush I kill men.
I the panther who never was a man.
I the panther will come to-night.