"read the poets"

On page 111, Elizabeth urges us to "read the poets who return to the living, electric being to language." Although I don't find this is rational logic, and doesn't help her case much, the poem "Hunt by Night" by Derek Mahon, an Irish poet, seems to aid in establishing the point made on page 104 ... "We had war once against the animals, which we called hunting, though in fact war and hunting are the same thing." This poem demonstrates the idea that the development of man, is actually a regression, and it is based on the above painting by Uccello.

The Hunt by Night
by Derek Mahon

Flickering shades,
Stick figures, lithe game,
Swift flights of bison in a cave
Where man the maker killed to live;
But neolithic bush became
The midnight woods

Of nursery walls,
The ancient fears mutated
To play, horses to rocking-horses
Tamed and framed to courtly uses,
Crazed no more by foetid
Bestial howls

But rampant to
The pageantry they share
And echoes of the hunting horn
At once peremptory and forlorn.
The mild herbaceous air
Is lemon-blue,

The glade aglow
With pleasant mysteries,
Diuretic depots, pungent prey;
And midnight hints at break of day
Where, among sombre trees,
The slim dogs go

Wild with suspense
Leaping to left and right,
Their cries receding to a point
Masked by obscurities of paint
As if our hunt by night,
So very tense,

So long pursued,
In what dark cave begun
And not yet done, were not the great
Adventure we suppose but some elaborate
Spectacle put on for fun
And not for food.