Tough in sinew, tough in bone,
Knit in their outlandishness,
Long endure by naked stone.
from Will Boil Too Early, The Ten Mile Range Belle Turnbulle
A few dear poet friends and I will be discussing Belle's work at the Breckenridge Creative Arts Center the evening of Friday, April 21. More information can be found here: rANGE
Turnbulle, who lived in Breckenridge for the last 30 years of her life, came to speak the dual language of mountain and mining:
Mountains were made for badgers, Probus said,
And badgers for the mountains. And so long
As I can claw a tunnel, with the strong
Smell of the ore beyond, I shall be led
To sink my pick in holes unlimited,
To rummage in old stopes and raise the song
Of victory too soon, all laid along
Hellbent to crack a granite maidenhead.
And men of war may hoot and presidents
Rock down the chutes to hell, but I'll be going
Soon as a patch of mountainside is showing.
Soon as a bluebird settles on a fence,
Two shall string out and beat it up the trail,
A jackass first, a miner at his tail.
In the meantime, here on the edge of the world, it has been a quiet morning.