Thursday, August 06, 2015

as a bird, as a bird

The really hot weather continues and we have to take the Daily Walk just before dark.
Which is not a bad plan, really . . .
The Knowers

Little bird bones come back
as a bird, as a bird
loudly singing
in the dead leaves
come back as green
leaves: only
don't return.

Franz Wright

God's Silence, Knopf reprint, 2008, page 52.

The ways the lines are broken is very important in this poem.
Check it out!

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