BIRDS in WINTER,,,,

 WILD LITTLE BIRD by AMY LOWELL (1874-1925) excerpts
Written in 1912 for her first collection of poetry.

 Wild little bird, who chose you for a sign.

 Who heard you singing in the distant dim

 When the damp freshness of the morning earth was full of sweetness and song.

 Who followed over moss and twisted roots

 And pushed thru the wet leaves of trailing roots

 Where glancing sunlight glanced uncertainly

                                       
 You singing on a spray of branching beech 

 Of joyful sweetness, rapture incarnate,

 We do not know which bird you are.

 They captured you, tilting among the leaves

 For you contain a song surpassing

 Richer, more sweet , more poignant.

 And the poet who felt this burning beauty

 and whose heart was full of loveliest things

 sang all he knew a little while ........

 Too frail to bear this untamed, passionate burst of song....

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