(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

Bird

It was passed from one bird to another,
the whole gift of the day.
The day went from flute to flute,
went dressed in vegetation,
in flights which opened a tunnel
through the wind would pass
to where birds were breaking open
the dense blue air -
and there, night came in.

When I returned from so many journeys,
I stayed suspended and green
between sun and geography -
I saw how wings worked,
how perfumes are transmitted
by feathery telegraph,
and from above I saw the path,
the springs and the roof tiles,
the fishermen at their trades,
the trousers of the foam;
I saw it all from my green sky.
I had no more alphabet
than the swallows in their courses,
the tiny, shining water
of the small bird on fire
which dances out of the pollen.

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Lawanda Spinner as below.... I wonder if these sort of things cannot be stopped
Beautiful free natural poem combining bird, Nature and human heart in one! Thanks for sharing here!
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I saw it all from my green sky. I had no more alphabet than the swallows in their courses, the tiny, shining water of the small bird on fire which dances out of the pollen. Beautiful poem. Tony
poet lives in the poetic bird's heart where has no stoppage of flying flying after flying crossing the life, the death and catches the eternity...........////
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