The first thing I heard this morning
was a soft, insistent rustle,
the rapid flapping of wings
against glass as it turned out,
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But outside, it burst from my uncupped hands into its element, dipping over the dormant garden in a spasm of wingbeats and disappearing over a tall row of hemlocks... picturesque discription. tony
Still, for the rest of the day, I could feel its wild thrumming against my palms whenever I thought about the hours the bird must have spent pent in the shadows of that room, So much you feel about a little sparrow. your mind is filled with mercy. tony
Next time, would you please write a shorter poem? These are too hard for me to memorize.
Great poem by Billy Collins and not some surreal dada to boot.
This is Poetry with a capital P- - he handed us this beautiful thought-provoking incident and painted it in colors that we made our own. Just bask in these lines- - - But outside, it burst from my uncupped hands into its element, dipping over the dormant garden in a spasm of wingbeats and disappearing over a tall row of hemlocks. Still, for the rest of the day, I could feel its wild thrumming against my palms whenever I thought about the hours the bird must have spent pent in the shadows of that room,
The revival of Sparrows! So happy to see this poem here..recently we too have started spotting a few n such a delightful sight..
'The first thing I heard this morning was a soft, insistent rustle, the rapid flapping of wings against glass as it turned out, ' loved this, the conversation poetic of the first stanza, tuned in the final 'as it turned out, ' then the glorious rich word images developed with such pathos, before the final surprising 'lucky sparrow tucked into a holly bush' and the charming calm beauty of 'a light snow tumbling through the windless dark.' 10+++
Collins brings back many memories of similar events from my past. What a feast! He really brings things alive for me. Thank you.
Brilliant re-visiting of an eventful moment of freedom. Well-done.
It brings back memories, our cat used to bring in mice from the fields and tiy with them. Lovely poem
This is the most beguiling and lovely poem about a wild thrumming moment in time that I have ever been blessed to read.
I'm writing a pastiche poem based off of this in english class. The only problem is I can only think of good poetry when it rhymes, but I might have to write it free-verse because the original is free-verse. We'll see what happens. Either way, it's a beautiful poem.
yo what up its nathan holmberg