The
Life of a Bird
Edith Matilda Thomas
Thou
art clothed on with plumes, as with leaves,
Front-like,
and lighter than air;
Thy
pinions are arrows in sheaves,
That
carry thee none knoweth where.
Thou
fliest, and non gives pursuit,
Thy
realm both the earth and the sky;
Thou
hast in thy bosom a flute,
The
glance of a soul in thine eye.
Thou
obeyest a sovereign power,
That
sets thee on summer’s track;
Thou
knowest the tide and the hour,
When
to advance, or turn back.
Into
the world thou art flung,
Thou
herald of rapture and light.
Thou
weavest a home for thy young—
And
none but thyself hath the sleight.
Out
of the world thou art gone,
And
who shall say where is thy rest?
A
rapture and light are withdrawn
Into
some Heaven-side nest.
For
who of my kind hath beheld,
Where,
stricken, were any of thine?
Hast
thou not been, from of old –
A
spirit unscathed and divine?
When I was in school, I never liked poetry. I always dreaded when we had to read poems. I thought the wording was so 'weird'! And trying to translate a poem was like a nightmare to me! But as I've grown older, or maybe a little more mature, I've grown to embrace and even love poetry. Most poems have a beautiful message.
Over this past summer I've had a bird's nest on my back porch. Yes, they made a mess, but it was such a delight to see the birds there every morning, and again in the evening. I saw birds being born, fed from their mother, and finally fly away from their nest during the day -- only to return to their safe haven again at night. Now it is October and the birds are no longer around. I miss the little critters! I'm sure they have moved on, preparing for winter months. How do they know the winter months are coming? Is it the shorter days, or the semi-cooler weather kicking in?
The poem above reminds me of my visitors this past summer. They were beautiful indeed, just like this poem, and I did see "the glance of a soul in thine eye". Safe travels my little tenants -- wherever you may be!
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