In his sonnet, ''The World is Too Much With Us", Kerry sees Wordsworth bemoaning the fact that we have lost our place in the natural environment, and no longer appreciate the gods in nature.
Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.
Kerry provided us with a link to the old Celtic deities, and I tried to feel something for some of them, but my poem brought me back, not to the land of my Celtic forefathers, but to the shores of my birth...British Columbia's Fraser River, and the Pacific Ocean.
My father, Gordon Davies, wrote books about the rivers of British Columbia, and he was known to mention river gods now and then, but this poem is my own.
|Taku chief, Tlingit people,|
the water gods, we knew them well
we learned them at our father’s side
they kept harpies from the streams
held back the ice from oceans wide
the river gods the Haida knew,
the Salish and the Kwatna, too,
fished and fought in wood canoes
Celtic gods, First Nations gods,
all protected salmon streams:
Icaunis and Arausio, knew fish
|Bill Reid's carving of the|
Haida god Raven
releasing the first humans
from a seashell
were stuff of people’s dreams
the river gods my father knew
taught him the things
he taught us, too
Kay Davies, September 18, 2013
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