Friday, December 18, 2020

Sharing Poetry: Julia Kasdorf "First Bird"

 

Sharing Art: Poster by Nikki McClure


First Bird


    The first bird that sings

    sings for all birds, even


    when she stands for nothing

    but herself, a dun-colored finch


    on a dogwood branch.

    No telling what a bird knows,


    if this seems the first time

    light glowed on the horizon,


    or if she thinks her beak

    alone has pierced the night.


    We know nothing can be whole

    that hasn't been torn.


    There is no holy thing

    that hasn't been betrayed,


    the way notes, once forced

    into her tiny throat,


    come out this dawn as song.


   

From Eve's Striptease. University of Pittsburgh Press, 1998.

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