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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BIRD, by BENJAMIN ROSENBAUM
First Line: Facing a ragged cobalt sky
Last Line: The bird! . . . The silver agony!
Subject(s): Birds
First Line: Facing a ragged cobalt sky
Last Line: The bird! . . . The silver agony!
Subject(s): Birds
FACING a ragged cobalt sky,
A bird is shaping silver sound;
Working each fragile, flawless cry
Into significance profound.
Dawn with her mist-blue veils should bring
An ecstacy to any breast,
But this strange warbler does not sing
Inspired by a brood at rest.
Her song has beauty as this place,
Stardrift in spring is not more fair;
Austere each note as a strong face
Measured in fire, curved with despair.
A trembling horn of pearly cloud
Locks with another near, now far. . .
The song is like a restless shroud
Pulling itself up to a star.
Facing a ragged cobalt sky
I hear the wind go joyously
But in my blood I know the cry. . .
The bird! . . . the silver agony!
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