Song Bird Poem by Tom Billsborough
Song Bird
In the beginning, nothing
But my breath which briefly
Clothes the dark surrounding trees.
A transient ghost, as I like Calliope
Of the shadows await my Orpheus
And his lyre to summon up
His pale Eurydice, unseen.
At last a single note to punctuate the night,
And then the stanzas start,
Each phrase a snowflake with its six sharp points
In perfect pitch, and like the snowflake
Patterns subtly changing, phrase by phrase.
I gaze above but cannot see the source
Of this melodious wooing,
But trust Eurydice will wake
To hear love calling
Or is my nightingale rehearsing
For a time more opportune for courting?
Nothing stirs as if the very wood is listening!
At last a single note to punctuate the night, And then the stanzas start, Each phrase a snowflake with its six sharp points In perfect pitch, and like the snowflake Patterns subtly changing, phrase by phrase. I gaze above but cannot see the source Of this melodious wooing, ___________Extremely beautiful write- - - - - - -Thanks for sharing..
Thanks Bharati. Loved your Xmas poem, especially that stunning line.
Thanks, Robert. I noted that the nightingale often uses a six beat call, . Obviously he is trying to copy me with my penchant for the Alexandrine. Or it could be the other way round! The Blackbird is more commonly heard near me and it too has a beautiful call. Bird song is amazingly rapid. One bird emits sounds at about 30 times our speed! I just forget which. If I remember I'll let you know. I haven't done much reading over the last few days. I was doing some Work just for relaxation but I'll be back reading soon. By the way you are second on my favourites' list with 11 hits. Only Judith, who I've known a lot longer, is ahead of you! So, keep up the good work!
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I would like to translate this poem
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Poor Orpheus to lose his Eurydice Such I true love This was a beautifully constructed poem I loved the line 'Each phrase a snowflake with its six sharp points' enchanting
Thanks, Paul. Yes, a very sad but beautiful story. He was Calliope's son in the Myths.