In the huge, wide-open, sleeping eye of the mountain
The bear is the gleam in the pupil
Ready to awake
And instantly focus.

The bear is gluing
Beginning to end
With glue from people’s bones
In his sleep

The bear is digging
In his sleep
Through the walls of the universe
With a man’s femur

The bear is a well
Too deep to glitter
Where your shout
Is being digested.

The bear is a river
Where people bending to drink
See their dead selves.

The bear sleeps
In a kingdom of walls
In a web of rivers.

He is the ferryman
To dead land

His price is everything.


----- I Think this is by Ted Hughes