Robert Wrigley


The Other World - Poem by Robert Wrigley

So here is the old buck
who all winter long
had traveled with the does
and yearlings, with the fawns
just past their spots,
and who had hung back,
walking where the others had walked,
eating what they had left,
and who had struck now and then
a pose against the wind,
against a twig-snap or the way
the light came slinking
among the trees.

Here is the mangled ear
and the twisted, hindering leg.
Here, already bearing him away
among the last drifts of snow
and the nightly hard freezes,
is a line of tiny ants,
making its way from the cave
of the right eye, over the steep
occipital ridge, across the moonscape, shed-horn
medallion and through the valley
of the ear's cloven shadow
to the ground,
where among the staves
of shed needles and the red earthy wine
they carry him
bit by gnawn bit
into another world.


Comments about The Other World by Robert Wrigley

  • Brian Mayo (3/18/2016 6:54:00 PM)


    Magnificent.
    I saw your poem DOG in The New Yorker. You have a new fan, sir.
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  • (12/3/2004 9:57:00 PM)


    aint nothin to say here.... wow...... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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