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The Frog And The Nightingale : Vikram Seth : : Bird Poems : :

The Frog And The Nightingale : : By Vikram Sheth Kolkata, India. Once upon a time a frogCroaked away in Bingle BogEvery night from dusk to dawnHe croaked awn and awn and awnOther creatures loathed his voice,But, alas, they had no choice,And the crass cacophonyBlared out from the sumac treeAt whose foot the frog eachContinue reading “The Frog And The Nightingale : Vikram Seth : : Bird Poems : :”

The Nightingale , A Conversation Poem : S T Coleridge : : Bird Poems : :

The NightingaleA Conversation Poem, April, 1798 No cloud, no relique of the sunken dayDistinguishes the West, no long thin slipOf sullen light, no obscure trembling hues.Come, we will rest on this old mossy bridge!You see the glimmer of the stream beneath,But hear no murmuring: it flows silently.O’er its soft bed of verdure. All is still.AContinue reading “The Nightingale , A Conversation Poem : S T Coleridge : : Bird Poems : :”

Ode To A Nightingale : John Keats : : Bird Poems : :

Ode to a Nightingale : : By John Keats ( 1795 – 1821 ) My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being tooContinue reading “Ode To A Nightingale : John Keats : : Bird Poems : :”

Pigeon : Lilian Moore : : Bird Poems : :

Pigeon : : by Lilian MoorePigeon are city folkContentTo live with concreteAnd cement They seldomTryThe sky A pigeon never singsOf hillAnd flowering hedgeBut busily commutesFrom sidewalkTo his ledge Oh Pigeon what waste of wings! — Lilian Moore

Pigeons : Philip Larkin : : Bird Poems : :

PIGEONS : : By Philip Larkin ( 1922 – 1985 ) On shallow slates the pigeons shift together,Backing against a thin rain from the westBlown across each sunk head and settled feather.Huddling round the warm stack suits them best,Till winter daylight weakens, and they growHardly defined against the brickwork. Soon,Light from a small intense lopsidedContinue reading “Pigeons : Philip Larkin : : Bird Poems : :”

Pigeons : James Henry : : Bird Poems : :

Pigeons : : By James Henry ( 1798 – 1876 ) : : : : By what mistake were pigeons made so happy,So plump and fat and sleek and well content,So little with the affairs of others meddling,So little meddled with? say, a collared dog,And hard worked ox, and horse still harder worked,And caged canary,Continue reading “Pigeons : James Henry : : Bird Poems : :”

Hope is the Thing with Feathers : Emily Dickinson : : Bird Poems : :

“Hope” is the thing with feathers : by Emily Dickinson ( 1830 – 1886 ) “Hope” is the thing with feathers –That perches in the soul –And sings the tune without the words –And never stops – at all – And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –And sore must be the stormContinue reading “Hope is the Thing with Feathers : Emily Dickinson : : Bird Poems : :”

The Cuckoo : John clare : : Bird Poems : :

The Cuckoo : : by John Clare : : The cuckoo, like a hawk in flight,With narrow pointed wingsWhews o’er our heads—soon out of sightAnd as she flies she sings:And darting down the hedgerow sideShe scares the little birdWho leaves the nest it cannot hideWhile plaintive notes are heard.I’ve watched it on an old oakContinue reading “The Cuckoo : John clare : : Bird Poems : :”

The Cuckoo : John Burroughs : : Bird Poems : :

The Cuckoo : : by John Burroughs ( April 3, 1837 – March 29, 1921 ) : : American Poem : : Strange, reserved, unsocial bird,Flitting, peering ‘mid the leaves,Thy lonely call a twofold wordRepeated like a soul that grieves—“Kou-kou,” “Kou-kou”—a solemn plaintNow loud and full, now far and faint.A joyless wingèd anchorite,Or hapless exileContinue reading “The Cuckoo : John Burroughs : : Bird Poems : :”

The Cuckoo : Frederick Locker- Lampson : : Bird Poems : :

The Cucko : : by Frederick Locker-Lampson We heard it calling, clear and low,That tender April morn; we stoodAnd listened in the quiet wood,We heard it, ay, long years ago.It came, and with a strange, sweet cry,A friend, but from a far-off land;We stood and listened, hand in hand,And heart to heart, my Love andContinue reading “The Cuckoo : Frederick Locker- Lampson : : Bird Poems : :”