Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BIRD LANGUAGE, by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH Poet's Biography First Line: One day in the bluest of summer weather Last Line: Ringing the rhythmical gladness of june! | ||||||||
One day in the bluest of summer weather, Sketching under a whispering oak, I heard five bobolinks laughing together Over some ornithological joke. What the fun was I couldn't discover. Language of birds is a riddle on earth. What could they find in whiteweed and clover To split their sides with such musical mirth? Was it some prank of the prodigal summer, Face in the cloud or voice in the breeze, Querulous catbird, woodpecker drummer, Cawing of crows high over the trees? Was it some chipmunk's chatter, or weasel Under the stone-wall stealthy and sly? Or was the joke about me at my easel, Trying to catch the tints of the sky? Still they flew tipsily, shaking all over, Bubbling with jollity, brimful of glee, While I sat listening deep in the clover, Wondering what their jargon could be. 'T was but the voice of a morning the brightest That ever dawned over yon shadowy hills; 'T was but the song of all joy that is lightest, -- Sunshine breaking in laughter and trills. Vain to conjecture the words they are singing; Only by tones can we follow the tune In the full heart of the summer fields ringing, Ringing the rhythmical gladness of June! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOBOLINKS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH THE PINES AND THE SEA by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH A CHILD-SAVIOUR (A TRUE STORY) by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH A NIGHT-PICTURE by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH A POET'S SOLILOQUY by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH A QUESTION by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH A WORD TO PHILOSOPHERS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH AFTER THE CENTENNIAL (A HOPE) by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH AFTER-LIFE by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH AN OLD CAT'S CONFESSIONS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH |
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