Just listen to the blackbird -- what a note The creature has! God bless his happy throat! He is so absolutely glad I fear he will go mad. Look here! this very grit I crush beneath my boot His little foot Trod crisp that day -- That's it! that's it! O, what is there to say? The little foot so warm and pink! O, what is there to think? His mother kissed it every night When she put out the light -- And where? What is it now? a fascicle Of crumbling bones Jammed in with earth and stones. You say that this is old, A tale twice-told -- Say what you will: Old, new, I swear That it is horrible -- Horrible, blackbird, howsoe'er The Spring rejoice you with its budding bloom -- Yes, horrible, most horrible! Though you should carol to the crack of doom, Poor blackbird! being so absolutely glad -- I hope he won't go mad. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VISIONARY by EMILY JANE BRONTE OF THE WARS IN IRELAND by JOHN HARRINGTON A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 27 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE PICTURE OF LITTLE T.C. IN A PROSPECT OF FLOWERS by ANDREW MARVELL CHINA 1937 by LAURA FRANCES ALEXANDER RING FROM THE RIM OF THE GLASS, BOYS by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY |