Ornithology in a World of Flux

It was only a bird call at evening, unidentified,
As I came from the spring with water, across the rocky back-pasture;
But so still I stood sky above was not stiller than sky in pail-water.

Years pass, all places and faces fade, some people have died,
And I stand in a far land, the evening still, and am at last sure
That I miss more that stillness at bird-call than some things
that were to fail later.

— Robert Penn Warren, section I. ‘Ornithology in a World of Flux’ of ‘Some Quiet, Plain Poems’, from You, Emperors, and Others: Poems 1957-1960 (Random House, 1960).


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January 11, 2014 · 1:54 pm

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