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Song For Salmon Babies
Song For Salmon Babies
This poignant short poem of Clifford's celebrates a life cycle that connects the chain of being we are all an intimate part of. In the intense instincts of the Pacific salmon lies deeply imbedded the metaphor of our lives; we are the returning fish of consciousness; we are the flesh of that great flashing body. In this broadside edition, the poem is printed letterpress (the typeface is Caslon) on Rives heavy mouldmade paper, bordered by a monoprint of wild water and silvery salmon.
Broadside, 7 3/4 x 9 3/4 inches
Broadside, 7 3/4 x 9 3/4 inches
We never see them going out to sea,
nor swim the tiny rivulets, wetlandsâ€"
irrigation ditches! field drains!
doing what our own kids do,
explore, eat constantly, & gorw.
If we could pat their scaley butts
as they hit the mighty Skagit
for the first time,
how gently would we take them
to our hands & mouths & bodies
on their one trip home.
nor swim the tiny rivulets, wetlandsâ€"
irrigation ditches! field drains!
doing what our own kids do,
explore, eat constantly, & gorw.
If we could pat their scaley butts
as they hit the mighty Skagit
for the first time,
how gently would we take them
to our hands & mouths & bodies
on their one trip home.
Price: $12.00