B H Fairchild

(1942 - / Houston, Texas.)

Thermoregulation In Winter Moths - Poem by B H Fairchild

How do the winter moths survive when other moths die? What enables them to avoid freezing as they rest, and what makes it possible for them to fly -- and so to seek food and mates -- in the cold?
Bernd Heinrich, Scientific American

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Comments about Thermoregulation In Winter Moths by B H Fairchild

  • Silver Star - 3,699 Points John Richter (4/15/2015 6:56:00 AM)

    So entrenched in so many different directions, yet worded quite masterfully.... When I saw the word 'Thermoregulation' in the title I thought this might be some heady- brainy sort of writing that would require deep thought - scientific jargon to softly emasculate away my softer tones - my inner desire to envision beauty through poetry - finding that certain 'something' through emotion, not thought, that intense feeling of love and peace that our hearts desire intrinsically. Yet by the end of this poem I found only my heart touched, so incredibly and wonderfully so..... Very serene, and perfect choice for Poem of the day. Thank you poet, and poemhunter... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 405 Points Patti Masterman (5/15/2013 10:14:00 AM)

    This is amazing. I'm glad I get to rid some of your stuff here. This is not soon to be forgotten. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jacob Bearer (6/28/2012 9:14:00 PM)

    This poem strikes deeply. It captures well that sense of distance between us and so many others who we come in contact with every day. We cannot warm ourselves by standing on the other side of a one way mirror, studying our neighbor, figuring them out; that academic distance keeps us cold and safe, but out of the warmth and shudder of intimacy. That nurse new that distance, wanted to break that distance, but knew that it would mean breaking herself. We crawl into the arms of another when we are freed from the burden of independence, and we are understood and understand others only when we enter into their own heaven and hell and allow the mystery of their being to speak to our open hearts. Thank you B.H. Fairchild for this incredible poem! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 4 Points Martin O'Neill (3/6/2012 8:29:00 AM)

    I am left quietly stunned by this. The way it is constructed, leading the reader on to the awful, soft climax. superb. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Malaine HP (11/22/2006 11:27:00 AM)

    This poem takes my breath away. (Report) Reply








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