Prairie Roots

Excerpt

…shot or even when they spotted a raiding party, they would raise
the alarm and fly off in a cacophony of squawking. We would
then resort to plan B, which was to destroy as many of the crows’
nests in the woodlots surrounding the farmstead as we could find
and reach.
To succeed, a certain amount of planning and equipment was
required. Since the crows built their nests in poplar trees, the first
requirement was a capable tree climber. A rifle was necessary for
“opportunity” shots in case the crows decided to attack whoever
was climbing the tree. As well, we needed a long stick, forked at
the poking end, to dislodge the nest from below. This was necessary
as the nests were normally built at the top of the tree, beyond
the point where it was safe to climb.
The raiding party, made up of two or three of us, would
quickly complete our collective chores and depart for the south
quarter section as early as possible in the morning. Nest hunting
was a springtime activity, before the leaves covered the trees,
making it difficult to spot the nests. The mornings were usually
bright and cool, and the early spring grasses and flowers were just
starting to poke through the woodlot floor. Many of the low spots
were still wet; therefore we would put on our rubber boots and
make sure our routes took us through the low areas where we
stopped to hunt tadpoles and to feel the coolness of the water
through the rubber boots. All these things added to the joy of
being young and alive.
Spotting crows’ nests was easy. Without the leaves, the nests
were silhouetted against the brilliant spring sky. Each find was
exciting as it presented its own challenges. Working our way in
through the underbrush, we kept an eye out for crow activity to
confirm a fresh nest. When the crows confirmed that the nest was
occupied, we would assess the degree of difficulty the knockdown
would present and planned our strategy as we stood under
the tree, surveying the circumstances. We considered all the important
challenges. Whether the tree was climbable was the number
one issue.

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Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume I

Moonlight Sonata

Θα σταθούμε λιγάκι στην κορφή της μαρμάρινης σκάλας του 
Αϊ-Νικόλα,
ύστερα εσύ θα κατηφορίσεις κι εγώ θα γυρίσω πίσω
έχοντας στ’ αριστερό πλευρό μου τη ζέστα απ’ το τυχαίο 
άγγιγμα του σακακιού σου
κι ακόμη μερικά τετράγωνα φώτα από μικρά συνοικιακά παράθυρα
κι αυτή την πάλλευκη άχνα απ’ το φεγγάρι που ‘ναι σα μια 
μεγάλη συνοδεία ασημένιων κύκνων – 
και δε φοβάμαι αυτή την έκφραση, γιατί εγώ
πολλές ανοιξιάτικες νύχτες συνομίλησα άλλοτε με το Θεό που 
μου εμφανίστηκε
ντυμένος την αχλύ και την δόξα ενός τέτοιου σεληνόφωτος,
και πολλούς νέους, πιο ωραίους κι από σένα ακόμη, του εθυσίασα,
έτσι λευκή κι απρόσιτη ν’ ατμίζομαι μες στη λευκή μου φλόγα,
στη λευκότητα του σεληνόφωτος,
πυρπολημένη απ’ τ’ αδηφάγα μάτια των αντρών κι απ’ τη 
δισταχτικήν έκσταση των εφήβων,
πολιορκημένη από εξαίσια, ηλιοκαμένα σώματα,
άλκιμα μέλη γυμνασμένα στο κολύμπι, στο κουπί, στο στίβο,
στο ποδόσφαιρο (που έκανα πως δεν τα ‘βλεπα)
μέτωπα, χείλη και λαιμοί, γόνατα, δάχτυλα και μάτια,
στέρνα και μπράτσα και μηροί (κι αλήθεια δεν τα ’ βλεπα)
– ξέρεις, καμιά φορά, θαυμάζοντας, ξεχνάς, ό,τι θαυμάζεις, σου
φτάνει ο θαυμασμός σου, –
θε μου, τι μάτια πάναστρα, κι ανυψωνόμουν σε μιαν αποθέωση 
αρνημένων άστρων
γιατί, έτσι πολιορκημένη απ’ έξω κι από μέσα,
άλλος δρόμος δε μου ‘μενε παρά μονάχα προς τα πάνω ή προς 
τα κάτω. – Όχι, δε φτάνει.
Άφησε με να’ρθω μαζί σου .

We shall stop for a while at the top of the marble stairs

of Saint Nicolas

then you will go down the road and I’ll return

having on my left side the warmth from touching your coat

by chance

and even some square lights from the small neighbourhood

windows

and this snow-white vapour from the moon that resembles a big

procession of silver swans –

and I don’t fear this expression because during

many spring nights I talked to God who appeared to me

dressed in the haze and glory of moonlight such as this

and I sacrificed to Him many young men even more handsome

than you

thus, white and unreachable I became vapor in my white flame

in the whiteness of moonlight

conflagrated by the insatiable eyes of men and by the hesitant

ecstasy of ephebes

besieged by graceful, sunburned bodies

vigorous limbs trained in swimming in oaring in gymnastics

and football (though I pretended I didn’t notice)

foreheads lips and necks knees fingers and eyes

chests and arms and thighs (and truly I didn’t notice them)

– you know sometimes in admiring you forget what you

admire

your admiration is enough –

my god what eyes filled with stars and I rose in an apotheosis

of denied stars

because besieged as I was from outside and from within

I had no other path but only upward or downward

– no it’s not enough

Let me come with you

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