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Column 471

Spirit of the Bat

Intro by Ted Kooser
03.30.2014

Despite hav­ing once been bit­ten by a rabid bat, and sur­vived, much to the dis­ap­point­ment of my crit­ics, I find bats fas­ci­nat­ing, and Peg­gy Shu­mak­er of Alas­ka has writ­ten a fine poem about them. I am espe­cial­ly fond of her per­fect verb, snick,” for the way they snatch insects out of the air.

Spirit of the Bat

Hair rush, low swoop—
so those of us

stuck here on earth
know—you must be gods.

Or friends of gods,
granted chances

to push off into sky,
granted chances

to hear so well
your own voice bounced

back to you
maps the night.

Each hinge
in your wing’s

an act of creation.
Each insect

you snick out of air
a witness.

You transform
obstacles

into sounds,
then dodge them.

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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2013 by Peggy Shumaker from her most recent book of poems, Toucan Nest: Poems of Costa Rica, Red Hen Press, 2013. Poem reprinted by permission of Peggy Shumaker and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.

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