Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON FINDING A DEAD BIRD UNDER MY WINDOW, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES Poet Analysis First Line: Here you lie, with feathers cold and wet Last Line: And be the first to wish a friend 'good morning'. Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H. Subject(s): Animals; Birds; Feathers; Wings | ||||||||
Here you lie, with feathers cold and wet To dig a grave for you will cause no sweat! I never felt your body warm with blood, And now I hold you longer than I should. What does it matter, if we live or die You with a cherry-tempted heart, or I? The sun in Heaven has his own heat and glow, And, when all flesh is gone, the grass will grow. Yet still I hope that you have left a son Or daughter here, to do what you have done To tap my window sharply, without warning, And be the first to wish a friend 'Good Morning'. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESTATE SALE: THE SCRABBLE GAME OF A DEAD WOMAN by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE FREED FROM ANOTHER CONTEXT by ELEANOR WILNER THE BIRD IN THE LAUREL'S SONG by ELEANOR WILNER THE LITERAL = THE ABSTRACT: A DEMONSTRATION by ELEANOR WILNER A BIRD'S ANGER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |
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