Friday, May 31, 2013

This morning's delight in my meadow

I had to take this through window glass and crop it, but it made me very happy! I cannot offer a crane poem tonight, but hope to write one if I get many more experiences of this. So here is a penguin instead. You will note that he is very intellectual. And so good night.

To a Penguin in the New York Aquarium

It generally begins with tricks. An animal show

with the serried ranks, eyes and medals front:

A trio of seals, juggling balls on their noses, slim

Flexi-statues, synchronized by their trainers

Like Broadway chorines, or men mooching on street corners,

Lissomly draped around fire escapes. And then he came,

This young penguin with the name of a German philosopher,

Who just stood there, didn't do anything, couldn't do anything,

A hero of early vaudeville, of flickering black-and-white

Comedies, imperiled by flights of steps. By a windy world,

Secret favorite pf a minority of the childish electorate,

He was the butler in tails, teetering on the brink of the pool,

Shivering on his flippers, swishing his wings. His performance

Faultlessly abject, down to the exit, sloping off without a bow.

Durs Grunbein, translated from the German by Michael Hofmann in

Ashes for Breakfast, Farrar, Straus and Giroux, NY, Page 177.
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  1. poetry is like healthy food.I should eat more of it and always feel good when I do. I have searched for cranes after they have been reported but was never able to find one. Nice photo.

    1. Always love a rare comment. Crane came again today. Your bird photos are SPECTACULAR! Alas, I left my camera bag on the floor in the garage in our other place and never got it loaded into the car, even so, I hate tripods and thus will never be really great.