Perfect Poem by Emmanuel Caballero

Perfect



I found a pigeon's skull on the machair,
All the bones pure white and dry, and chalky,
But perfect,
Without a crack or a flaw anywhere.
At the back, rising out of the beak,
Were domes like bubbles of thin bone,
Almost transparent, where the brains had been
That fixed the tilt of the wings.


Hugh Mcdiarmid

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success