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Over the west side of the mountain,
that’s lyrebird country.
I could go down there, they say, in the early morning,
and I’d see them, I’d hear them.
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I should see them, if I lay there in the dew: first a single movement like a waterdrop falling, then stillness, then a brown head, brown eyes, the reverence of the heart...... thinking and old memories and realities. tony
Great forbearance Judith and without the hassle they cause if they live next door
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7/23/2025 9:37:22 AM # 1.0.0
No, I have never gone. Some things ought to be left secret, alone; some things – birds like walking fables – ought to inhabit nowhere but the reverence of the heart. very fine poem and great imagination