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Birds on a wire
Starlings land
above me, greater
than my aches,
and mew.
Poèmes sur le thème : starling
Poèmes sur le thème « starling » sur Poets.by.
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poetry festival
someone says the lake
isn’t a lake
in wild–
flower beds now
only the cosmos
200 years
after Keats’ ode
autumn persists
churchyard labyrinth
zeroing in
on the X
where the dead
are said to sleep
my autumn face
skyline
Pulling the Last Shade
Pulling the last shade
of night heading south ,
a million starlings.
Along the Jail Fence
Along the jail fence
starlings hang on razor wire
stare at us.
Spirit
The spirit survives
its changing form, like seeds sown in autumn
anticipating
the promise of flowers blooming in spring.
Or a chance wind
sweeping starlings to flight, to grasp at life
to flake the air like soot
the ambiguity of then and now confused.
The present etches
the surface like riddles scribbled in sand,
the past burnished
with pain illuminates the future.
Seeking solitude
spirit transcends time and space, embracing
life in all its forms
the earth, the waves, the flames of the universe.
The Old Nail-Shop
I dreamt of wings, — and waked to hear
Through the low-sloping ceiling clear
The nesting starlings flutter and scratch
Among the rafters of the thatch,
Not twenty inches from my head;
And lay, half-dreaming in my bed,
Watching the far elms — bolt-upright
Black towers of silence in a night
Of stars, between the window-sill
And the low-hung eaves, square-framed, until
I drowsed, and must have slept a wink . . .
And wakened to a ceaseless clink
Of hammers ringing on the air ...
And, somehow, only half-aware,
I'd risen and crept down the stair,
Bewildered by strange smoky gloom,
The Dark Night of the Mind
I could not love if my thought loved not too,
Nor could my body touch the body of you,
Unless first in the dark night of the mind
Love had fulfilled what Love had well designed.
Was it in thought or flesh we walked, when low
The sun dropped, and the white scar on the hill
Sank into the dark trees?
Could we indeed so quietly go
Body by body into that heavenly glow?
The elms that rose so vast above the mill
Near leafless were and still;
But from the branches with such loud unease
Black flocking starlings mixed their warring cries
That seemed the greater noise of the creaking mill;
And every branch and extreme twig was black
With birds that whistled and heard and whistled back,