Bird Poems – Page 13

Koel : Puran Singh : Bird Poems : :

Koel : : By Puran Singh “Koel”, A Bird Poem By Indian Poet Puran Singh is About The Poet Speaker’s judgemental observation of Habitats, Appearance Behavioural Aspects and intent of Indian Black 🖤 Cuckoo known in India as KOEL famous for its Melodious Singing of Creation Calling (Bird’s Loud / Cry) in Higher and higherContinue reading “Koel : Puran Singh : Bird Poems : :”

To The Cuckoo : William Wordsworth : : Bird Poems : :

To the Cuckoo : : By William Wordsworth ( 1770 – 1850 ) England : O blithe New-comer! I have heard,I hear thee and rejoice.O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grassThy twofold shout I hear;From hill to hill it seems to pass,At once farContinue reading “To The Cuckoo : William Wordsworth : : Bird Poems : :”

The Peacock : William Butler Yeats : : Bird Poems : :

The Peacock : : by William Butler Yeats What’s riches to himThat has made a great peacockWith the pride of his eye?The wind-beaten, stone-grey,And desolate Three RockWould nourish his whim.Live he or dieAmid wet rocks and heather,His ghost will be gayAdding feather to featherFor the pride of his eye. — W B Yeats “The Peacock”FirstContinue reading “The Peacock : William Butler Yeats : : Bird Poems : :”

A Birthday : Christina Rossetti : : Bird Poems : :

A Birthday : : By Christina Rossetti : My heart is like a singing birdWhose nest is in a water’d shoot;My heart is like an apple-treeWhose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;My heart is like a rainbow shellThat paddles in a halcyon sea;My heart is gladder than all theseBecause my love is come to me.Continue reading “A Birthday : Christina Rossetti : : Bird Poems : :”

The Peacock : Sujata Bhatt : : Bird Poems : :

The Peacock : : By Sujata Bhatt ( b. 1956 ) Bremen, Germany : : : : The Peacock : His loud sharp call seems to come from nowhere. Then, a flash of turquoise in the pipal tree The slender neck arched away from you as he descends, and as he darts away, a glimpseContinue reading “The Peacock : Sujata Bhatt : : Bird Poems : :”

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird : Wallace Stevens : : Bird Poems : :

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird : : By Wallace Stevens : IAmong twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. III was of three minds, Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds. IIIThe blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. It was a small part of theContinue reading “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird : Wallace Stevens : : Bird Poems : :”

The Windhover : Gerard Manley Hopkins : : Bird Poems : :

The Windhover : : By Gerard Manley Hopkins ( 1844 – 1889 ) To Christ our Lord I caught this morning morning’s minion, king- dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and stridingHigh there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wingIn hisContinue reading “The Windhover : Gerard Manley Hopkins : : Bird Poems : :”

The Yellowhammer’s Nest : John Clare : : Bird Poems : :

The Yellowhammer’s Nest : : By John Clare: Just by the wooden brig a bird flew up,Frit by the cowboy as he scrambled downTo reach the misty dewberry—let us stoopAnd seek its nest—the brook we need not dread,‘Tis scarcely deep enough a bee to drown,So it sings harmless o’er its pebbly bed—Ay here it is,Continue reading “The Yellowhammer’s Nest : John Clare : : Bird Poems : :”

Crow Blacker Than Ever : Ted Hughes : : Bird Poems : :

Crow Blacker Than Ever : : By Ted Hughes : : When God, disgusted with man,Turned towards heaven,And man, disgusted with God,Turned towards Eve,Things looked like falling apart. But Crow CrowCrow nailed them together,Nailing heaven and earth together- So man cried, but with God’s voice.And God bled, but with man’s blood. Then heaven and earthContinue reading “Crow Blacker Than Ever : Ted Hughes : : Bird Poems : :”

King of Carrion : Ted Hughes : : Bird Poems : :

King Of Carrion : : By Ted Hughes , London : : His palace is of skulls. His crown is the last splintersOf the vessel of life. His throne is the scaffold of bones, the hanged thing’sRack and final stretcher. His robe is the black of the last blood. His kingdom is empty- The emptyContinue reading “King of Carrion : Ted Hughes : : Bird Poems : :”