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Isn't Darcy's poem ravishing? Give her a hand, folks!
And now...
To get everyone into the spirit of the Hero's Journey reveals, we've written some poems this week with key presses that reveal quotes from some of our heroes—adventurers, scientists, artists, thinkers, and even a few fictional characters.
I embedded 14 key presses into this poem (which turned out kind of trippy and for that I apologize); look to see what they reveal on the Hero's Journey Coming Soon page!
Hints:
- All of the key press words are nouns with thematic connections to heroes and/or the Hero's Journey;
- The words may or may not be unusual;
- All the key press words relate to the hero they reveal;
- Not every stanza will contain a key press;
- Lines may contain more than one key press.
- One of the key press words is totally obvious
Enjoy!
Said Fox to Robin
Would I were a sailor, born in the spume
Of the saturnine sea, watching the world
At an angle, enraptured by the keening
Gusts that rush from bow to stern;
Would I were a sailor,
An argonaut, or a cartographer—
Which is what they call those who make maps;
I would set to chart the borderless lands
Upon a scroll unfurled in empty space,
Ranging over restless currents, scanning
The skittish horizon that lies ever always beyond reach;
And if not those, I would have for my life that of
A driver of camels, third in a caravan in a vast, lonely desert
Whose sands ripple like wheat in the farmer’s field;
And I would sing to my sons the story of time, an epic
Written step by step as the universe was built star by star,
Until the day they leave behind my bones to settle
As an anchor makes its bed in the silt.
But all in life is chance, and what else is life but change?—
This way, said Fox, we arrive at the truth of our journey: through
The laws of a peculiar science; or the arcane mysticism that has generated my nation,
Telling me that every map I know courses
Within my blood, and every poetry is my animal longing,
My howls a wordless litany, a sutra without meaning,
As I pinion your quivering heart like a spring beneath my foot.
Such are the hours of our forest congregation, genuflecting beneath
Supplicant trees toward the mountain, the august orator that speaks in
Thunder from summit to valley floor;
And why I must, as all foxes must, retain each coniferous breath
And move among the wild and green things,
And why I sleep curled in the snow,
And why I have no guide.
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