If you like bird poetry..... (1 Viewer)

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If you like bird poetry...you'll love this!

http://www.usd.edu/~tgannon/bird2.html

Cut and paste some of your favorites....

Mike

 

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THE OWLS
(from the French of)
Charles Baudelaire
p.1857; transl. Campbell
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Within the shelter of black yews
The owls in ranks are ranged apart
Like foreign gods, whose eyeballs dart
Red fire. They meditate and muse.

Without a stir they will remain
Till, in its melancholy hour,
Thrusting the level sun from power,
The shade establishes its reign.

Their attitude instructs the sage,
Content with what is near at hand,
To shun all motion, strife, and rage.

Men, crazed with shadows that they chase,
Bear, as a punishment, the brand
Of having wished to change their place.

 

[Beverlybaynes]

Ah, Mike -- have you missed the "Birds and Poetry" thread on the forum?" There's some great stuff there.

You'd probably have to do a search for it now, but it'd be worth it!

 

[christineredgate]

Mike,thanks,the poetry thread is up and running at the moment,as I have just put on a request for someone to add Pam Ayres Starling poem.There are some great bird poems on there,esp a couple by Vonnie,who writes his/her own poetry.Sorry Vonnie,you sound like a "she" but I may have it wrong.

 

[Bluetail]

"A BIRD CAME DOWN THE WALK"
Emily Dickinson
c.1862
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A Bird came down the Walk--
He did not know I saw--
He bit an Angleworm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,

And then he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass--
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass--

He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all around--
They looked like frightened Beads, I thought--
He stirred his Velvet Head

Like one in danger, Cautious,
I offered him a Crumb
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home--

Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Too silver for a seam--
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon
Leap, plashless as they swim.

 

[christineredgate]

Jason,I am stunned.My neighbour is related to Emily Dickinson and last week I found some of her work and copied it for her.But I must admit I found it difficult to understand and was found " wanting " in some ways.She writes lots of stuff re death and seems to be obsessed with the dead.That is a quote from the website.Can we not transfer this thread to the poetry thread?.

I do hope someone can find this Starling poem as it really is very good.

 

[Elizabeth Bigg]

Mike,thanks,the poetry thread is up and running at the moment,as I have just put on a request for someone to add Pam Ayres Starling poem.There are some great bird poems on there,esp a couple by Vonnie,who writes his/her own poetry.Sorry Vonnie,you sound like a "she" but I may have it wrong.

Christine - you'll find it here:

http://ourfavouritepoems.homestead.com/34.html

I'm not posting it, because I'm uncertain about the position re: copyright.

 

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I do hope someone can find this Starling poem as it really is very good.

"I'm a starling - me darling"
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We're starlings, the misses, meself and the boys,
We don't go round hopin', we walks.
We don't go in for this singing all day,
And twittering about, we just squawks.


We don't go in for these fashionable clothes,
Like old Missel Thrush, and his spots,
Me breast isn't red, there's a crest on me head,
We've got sort of, hardwearing...dots.


We starlings, the misses, meself and the boys,
We'll eat anything that's about,
Well anything but that old half coconut,
I can't hold it still. I falls out.


What we'd rather do, is wait here for you,
To put out some bread for the tits,
And then when we're certain, you're there by the curtain,
We flocks down and tears it to bits.


But we starlings, the misses, meself and the boys,
We reckon that we're being got at,
You think for two minutes, them finches and linnets,
You never sees THEM being shot at.


So the next time you comes out to sprinkle the crumbs out,
And there's starlings there, making a noise,
Don't you be so quick to heave half a brick,
It's the misses, meself and the boys!


---
Pam Ayres.
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Is this it? I really like it....

Mike