Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LONELY BIRD, by HARRISON SMITH MORRIS Poet's Biography First Line: O dappled throat of white! Shy, hidden bird! Last Line: And I, in thee, have uttered what I am! Subject(s): Birds; Nature | ||||||||
(IN THE ADIRONDACKS) O DAPPLED throat of white! Shy, hidden bird! Perched in green dimness of the dewy wood, And murmuring, in that lonely, lover mood, Thy heart-ache, softly heard, Sweetened by distance, over land and lake. Why, like a kinsman, do I feel thy voice Awaken voices in me free and sweet? Was there some far ancestral birdhood fleet That rose and would rejoice: A broken cycle rounded in a song? The lake, like steady wine in a deep cup, Lay crystal in the curving mountain deeps; And now the air brought that long lyric up That sobs, then falls and weeps, And hushes silence into listening hope. Is it that we were sprung of one old kin, Children of brooding earth, that lets us tell, Thou from thy rhythmic throat, I deep within, These syllables of her spell, This hymned wisdom of her pondering years? For thou hast spoken song-wise in a tongue I knew not till I heard the buried air Burst from the boughs and bring me what thou sung, Here where the lake lies bare To reaching summits and the azure sky. Thy music is a language of the trees, The brown soil, and the never-trodden brake; Translatress art thou of dumb mysteries That dream through wood and lake; And I, in thee, have uttered what I am! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTERRUPTED MEDITATION by ROBERT HASS TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN WRITING IS AN AID TO MEMORY: 17 by LYN HEJINIAN LET US GATHER IN A FLOURISHING WAY by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA IN MICHAEL ROBINS?ÇÖS CLASS MINUS ONE by HICOK. BOB BREADTH. CIRCLE. DESERT. MONARCH. MONTH. WISDOM by JOHN HOLLANDER VARIATIONS: 16 by CONRAD AIKEN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN WALT WHITMAN by HARRISON SMITH MORRIS |
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