Thursday, June 15, 2017

On the Road: Bill Hotchkiss and his Muse Judith

photo © Mark Butkus 2012

Your lithe body sing to my touch.
And I am bound to the mast
As my men row forward.
Their ears stopped with beeswax.

What bonds are these?
I break them.
Are you bound too?
Let me decipher these knots —
We shall move in blue-yellow flames.
Become one with the fire
In a dancing of blood and bright sinew.


— Bill Hotchkiss


Named for his wife and muse, Judith: is from the Bill Hotchkiss (1936-2010) collection, Climb to the High Country published in 1978. Bill's poetry and novels are so deeply evocative of the wilderness of the Sierra Nevadas where he lived and taught that a mountain pass is named after him. Judith: is featured here as a tender anomaly to his high country poetry.