Outside My Window Xi Comments

I love birds, wild and domesticated. Probably my best friend was a love bird I named Pamina who then chose me as the center of his existence. It was a uncanny close relationship for over eight years. So I read with delight your account of winged visitors. I'm so happy for the goldfinch story. I witnessed two finches build a nest and a family but the female and eggs were savaged by a larger bird doing the non-evil evil of predation and survival. The male circled my balcony where the nest was for two weeks just as the bird does in Walt Whitman's OUT OF THE CRADLE ENDLESSLY ROCKING. Your poem closes in a mood of Quietism, with LET IT BE like the Alleluias earlier in the first OUTSIDE MY WINDOW poem I read. After your precise observation of behavior and characteristics of the birds, your closing opens another kind of window - a spiritual one - which embraces us all