[This effort is a third hatching of 2 previous efforts (one still active on this site]
NOTE: This found poem derives from a scientific article found in a journal dedicated to the study of birds, all observations of and conclusions derived so far as birds go, being continually mysterious even though the understanding of flight and song is now clear, even so there is something about birds, and swallows in particular, which evoke stunned mystery and silence until humans are moved to chirp and coo in soft wonder. Note too that thunder, similar though differently to birds, also evokes wonder and certain human sounds. A mystery indeed.
for Elaine,
our many murmurations gazed on
the way to Christmas Lourdes 2016
'Humanity, is on the way, always moving towards something. At least, we should be. The classic theological concept for this is 'Homo Viator', or Man on the Way [Man the Flier]. For life is a journey, an adventure that we are always a part of. We do not choose to be on the way, it is our existential situation. We are not at home, we are are on the way home....We long to be at home, in a place of comfort, yet we are not.' - Dan Jesse
'.... from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodious vicus of recirculation.... A way a lone a lost a last a loved a long the ' - James Joyce
Asynchrony - a synchrony = absence or lack of concurrence in time
murmur - (A) to make the sound 'mu mu' (old Greek)
or 'mumu', to murmur with closed lips, to mutter,
moan... (B) to drink with closed lips, to suck in...
-Liddell and Scott, Greek-English Lexicon,1897 ed.
'When the attentions change / the jungle
leaps in even the stones are split
they rive...' - Charles Olson, from The Kingfishers
'Hatch as hatch can.' - James Joyce
Thusly
murmuration-moan
wind-mutter
winding-matter
...
NOTE: ASYNCHRONY OF SWALLOWS
which is a-synchrony, just to remind =
absence or lack of concurrence in time
In other words, no rhyme scheme
or known reason though presumptions
occur in observation of patterns that
such are the habits of nature to assist
drawing conclusions which are surmises
which are in the end and beginning
always 'unhatched eggs' or, better,
words as eggs
**
(all praise) and what marvelous
vapor is restive life (as are days)
in thousand undulate congregations
no need for falconer after all
when Chaos a'daze of a Sunday
evening seems to know something
so falls into
purple fields
(O Low, remember)
edged by sheer snow peaks where
sheep surefeet know no fear of
heights and there do dung and
play fearless or at least pretending
not to fall in their waking dream
which is the thing -
concavity curves
in a dead hatchling's
sparkless eye reflecting
dead eggs' perfect
forms soft brooded
upon as one might
brood one in hand
pondering which is
the better off the
flown lone one or
the ongoing nest
knot which can also
denote an egg -
hatched or not or
clotted everyly or
otherwise - is all
surmise who knows
what is the thing
joy's winged malingerers
in sudden annunciate
in sudden annunciate
thunder
Flashy entrance
Swallows do so
flash as flash
can and (it,
Awe) may last
a long (a'wiley)
if
if
memory
serves
is glad
one's self
to have
hatched
and fledged
see what
glory can
be made
and had
at edges
(earth's
clearly domed
the shape of
eyes makes
it so)
and one knows or someday
will in lighter or heavier bones
scry the effort was/is made
at all as self portraits which
may or may not be the actual
who whom we perceive as
selves to be we (one
feather
at a time
necessary
dreaming
of
air) being adhered to dirt
so verily molded by known
and unknown forces within
which we make
or so we think
choose
but nevermind but
no
let us
return to mumur to suck in
sounds through and behind
lips and be naturally moved
bothered to somehow care
which with heart we indeed
do hard swallow at the
superfluity
of swallows
One bird, elder,
said to me once
my being newly
fledged and flung
me at her knobby wither-knees
admiring her mustache, her tooth
(beak?) told me to observe and
note one or three (never two)
do-re-mi's or more
(to better feathered choirs)
so try at least to sing it - IT
even if choking on what cannot
as yet be chewed gorged
IT being our
being-in
being-for
being-with
without craw
or claw
but IT, bliss,
eventually
might if not understood
or withstood or notwithstanding
words thoughts ideas
molt
discard images
thrown out
blown stray
glyphs
spare aspirations
parenthetical but
remain urgent musts
so are)
in other
words
and perhaps
all birds all kinds
do perhaps arrive land perch alight
a lift-off life time of chew and choke
then with some digestive orientation
from and of such sing of 'ossible
bone-tones some parsings or
other some conjugant choralling
which may/might ascribe flight
daylight the usual things so
granted-for-taking so often
misspoken or under sung, we
being always flung being
viators
visitors
trying yet to cling to what
cannot be undone but
forever always clotted until
we indeed fly no more in
mind or britches, feet shod
or not, inevitably come
(completed?)
to full glottal stop
presumably fledged
utterly, no longer
rumors on the wind
but human still yet
'a way a lone a lost a last a loved a long the '
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[Here is the essay referred to in the opening preface to the poem, its essence edited and basics put into poetic lines as a 'found poem']
[Tree Swallows
typically lay 5-6
eggs, with one laid
about every 24 hours.
Incubation
typically lasts
14 days
(range: 11-20 days) ,
after which time
the eggs all hatch
within a 24-72-hour
period.]
Herein is reported
a case of extreme
hatching asynchrony
by a pair of tree
Swallows:
One hundred and
twenty-five nest
boxes have been
placed around the
county in groups
ranging from 10
to 25 boxes.
The design and
dimensions of the
boxes follow those
of standard bluebird
boxes and are mounted
upon metal poles,
fences, or poles
of utility.
All boxes are within
certain reach of water,
and are in or adjacent
to open fields.
Most boxes are also in
close proximity to human
activity
(sidewalks, parking
lots, trails, etc.) .
On a certain May day,
a female laid the first egg
of her clutch, and the
6-egg clutch was
completed 5 days later.
12 days after the first
egg hatched. The nest
was checked every two
days, and no additional
eggs hatched until May's
end at which time was
observed a newly hatched
chick, plus 4 eggs unhatched.
During the next nest check
on second June, the newly
hatched chick was dead.
None of the other eggs
had hatched. The remaining
chick was present on all
subsequent checks until
8 days later when it was
no longer in the nest.
As there was no evidence
of predation, the chick is
presumed to have fledged.
In seven years of study of
this population, Swallows,
just to be clear, this is the
most extreme case of hatching
asynchrony observed;
all other broods hatched
within 48 hours.
END
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem