The January Birds
by Maurice Riordan
The birds in Nunhead Cemetery begin
Before I’ve flicked a switch, turned on the gas.
There must be some advantage to the light
I tell myself, viewing my slackened chin
Mirrored in the rain-dark window glass,
While from the graveyard’s trees, the birds begin.
An image from a dream survives the night,
Some dreck my head refuses to encompass.
There must be some advantage to the light.
You are you I mouth to my shadow skin,
Though you are me, assuming weight and mass —
While from the graveyard’s trees, the birds begin:
Thrush, blackbird, finch — then rooks take fright
At a skip-truck and protest, cawing en masse.
There must be some advantage to the light,
Or birds would need the gift of second sight
To sing Another year will come to pass!
The birds in Nunhead Cemetery begin,
There must be some advantage to the light.
End of the poem
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- Double Ballade Of Primitive Man poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Family Reunion by Sylvia Plath
- Young Love poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Fragmentary Blue by Robert Frost
- Олег Чупров – Душа
- Такахама Кёси – Неспешно ступает
- I Said Coffee by Sharmagne Leland-St. John
- Lines Composed on the Body Politic by Rita Dove
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Желания
- Николай Глазков – Четыре времени года
- E-waste by Nisha Gopalakrishnan
- The Wind Speaks poem – Alfred Austin
- Certain Maxims Of Hafiz by Rudyard Kipling
- Babul poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Upon Julia’s Breast by Marie Starr
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
