Walter de la Mare

(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)

The Mother Bird - Poem by Walter de la Mare

Through the green twilight of a hedge
I peered, with cheek on the cool leaves pressed,
And spied a bird upon a nest:
Two eyes she had beseeching me
Meekly and brave, and her brown breast
Throbb'd hot and quick above her heart;
And then she oped her dagger bill, -
'Twas not a chirp, as sparrows pipe
At break of day; 'twas not a trill,
As falters through the quiet even;
But one sharp solitary note,
One desperate, fierce, and vivid cry
Of valiant tears, and hopeless joy,
One passionate note of victory:
Off, like a fool afraid, I sneaked,
Smiling the smile the fool smiles best,
At the mother bird in the secret hedge
Patient upon her lonely nest.

Topic(s) of this poem: bird, mother

Form: Imagery


Comments about The Mother Bird by Walter de la Mare

  • (10/23/2015 4:16:00 AM)


    Painted a lovely picture
    With words
    Like this poetry
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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 23, 2015



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