There he is
A blackbird
Singing his song
Perfected after a million rehearsals
Brought to flame on this April day
A hawk standing on air
Casting a beady eye
On our singing bird
Swoops
And robs us of our inheritance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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