The Sparrow Poem by Raymond Farrell
The Sparrow
Not for beauty
or cunning
or swiftness in flight
but an everyday presence
and lust for life
have caused me
to love you
In the dead
of winter
I watched you
break open
ice-covered seed husks
while buffeted by Arctic winds
and my fire
for living
was rekindled.
Beautiful poem. The tiny bird with its agility and innocence is a pleasure to watch. Lovely drop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 12:27:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
wonderful poem, Ray. I have the same admiration