Bird Song In Spring Dusk Poem by Glen Kappy
Bird Song In Spring Dusk
from 'While Passing Through'/Spring
In the spring dusk
birds sing—a different tune
than morning's.
A different tune! We all wait for the right tune that is rare and different. Lovely!
thank you, geeta. with all that detracts from it, there is still so much beauty in the world to lift us up. you might also like my poem it was just sixteenth street. -glen
Dawn and dusk are the most wonderful poetic timings of the day and the night........... happy to see dear Glen that you listen with a poetic heart........
tony, i was just revisiting this poem of mine and noticed i never responded to either of you comments on it. so, first of all, sorry. then, thank you for taking the time to read and affirm it. lastly, dawn and dusk are my favorite times of day as well. my latest poem that mentions both is o God. hoping this finds you well in every way, glen
The singing at dusk and its sweet memories remained in your soul and at the next dawn you heard it again in your mental horizon........ and heard it differently, hopefully more pleasantly....... thank you for this fine poem..... tony
Animals communicate, though their communications are not so developed as that of humans. A sensitive heart can feel the difference in their communications at dawn and at dusk. Nature changes their mood as well.
akhtar, first thank you for taking the time to read and then respond. thinking of things at the beginning and how far we've come from that, i wonder at what has been generally lost. but some of us, at least at times, can hear or read what animals, what other things in creation, are saying. it strikes me that this resembles reading what is spoken into our hearts, our spirits.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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When a prose writer elucidates the obvious, we go HO-HUM. But when a poet does it, we are alerted to something special we have taking for granted. In this poem it is the difference that time makes, even when conditions seem to be without change. OR it could be conditions are the same but we are hearing, seeing, tasting, etc. with a new intensity. I know this poem summoned me to pay closer attention to the birds' singing. And the poem's larger theme is: Increase your awareness of the your surroundings. In one of his later poems, D. H. Lawrence describes us poets as TRANSMITTERS, both receiving and sending. If you transmit, you're alive. Stop transmitting, and you're dead. (Do you appreciate a poet who has Lawrence's directness and certitude?)
daniel, i gotta say i enjoy reading your comments, enjoy that you get so well what i'm doing. so double thanks. as to your direct question, i don't know that i can say yes without reservation, but i think the description of transmitters is right on. and i like what i've read of lawrence's poetry. i personally am pleased and even amazed at what comes through me sometimes and am sure i'm channeling an intelligence and fount greater than myself. (i address this directly in my short piece by or through.) this explains for me the concept of muse we come upon over and over down the centuries and the presence or archetypes which are reproduced in infinite variations to address the things most important to us as human beings. glen glen