Saturday, 30 April 2011

Blackbird

A Blackbird Singing - Ronald Stuart Thomas

 It seems wrong that out of this bird,
Black, bold, a suggestion of dark
Places about it, there yet should come
Such rich music, as though the notes'
Ore were changed to a rare metal
At one touch of that bright bill.

You have heard it often, alone at your desk
In a green April, your mind drawn
Away from its work by sweet disturbance
Of the mild evening outside your room.

A slow singer, but loading each phrase
With history's overtones, love, joy
And grief learned by his dark tribe
In other orchards and passed on
Instinctively as they are now,
But fresh always with new tears.


Green April - check.
Mild evening - check.
Blackbird singing - check. C thought it was a starling when he saw it perched on the chimney, but there ain't no starling ever sung like that.

1 comment :

  1. I hadn't realized how melodic the blackbird could be. I've been pulling up a lot of bird calls lately as I can hear them carry on for a bit after someone rings the bell at work (the mike stays on and I can hear what's going on outside). Your picture with the poem is wonderful. Perfectly composed.

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