Bird Poems – Page 2 – MADHU MALTI

The Song The Oriole Sings : William Dean Howells : : Bird Poems : :

The Song the Oriole Sings : : By William Dean Howells ▼ There is a bird that comes and singsIn a professor’s garden-trees;Upon the English oak he swings,And tilts and tosses in the breeze.I know his name, I know his note,That so with rapture takes my soul;Like flame the gold beneath his throat,His glossy copeContinue reading “The Song The Oriole Sings : William Dean Howells : : Bird Poems : :”

The Oriole : Arlo Bates : : Bird Poems : :

The Oriole : : By Arlo Bates ▼ Like a live flame wind-wafted from altars celestialFloats the blithe oriole through the bright air;Dropping down as half won by spring’s glories terrestrial.Buoyantly upward swift fleeting to fare.Like the light on a fount’s rippling bosom that glancesWith the wavering pulse of its rhythmical flow,Now he rises, nowContinue reading “The Oriole : Arlo Bates : : Bird Poems : :”

O Golden Oriole : Ghulam Ahmad “Mahjoor” : ( 1 ) : : Golden Oriole Bird ( Posh Nool In Kashmiri ) Singing Video : ( 2 ) : : Bird Poems : :

https://youtu.be/hYKGpc5NCoU?si=YD2n69FRRD8aYvob Ghulam Ahmad Mahjoor Metra- gam, Pulawama , Jammu and Kashmir / India O Golden Oriole O golden oriole, winter’s gone,Gay spring has come again !Step out and feast your weary eyesOn the myriad flowers abloom. Born in a cage where the candleOf your life has guttered low,Shed your fear, and spreading wings,Learn flight inContinue reading “O Golden Oriole : Ghulam Ahmad “Mahjoor” : ( 1 ) : : Golden Oriole Bird ( Posh Nool In Kashmiri ) Singing Video : ( 2 ) : : Bird Poems : :”

The Baltimore Bird : Alexander Wilson : : Bird Poems : :

The Baltimore Bird ::By Alexander Wilson:: High on yon poplar, clad in glossiest green,The orange, black-capp’d Baltimore is seen;The broad-extended boughs still please him best,Beneath their bending skirts he hangs his nest;There his sweet mate, secure from every harm.Broods o’er her spotted store, and wraps them warm ;Lists to the noon-tide hum of busy bees.HerContinue reading “The Baltimore Bird : Alexander Wilson : : Bird Poems : :”

One of the ones that Midas touched , The Oriole : Emily Dickinson : : Bird Poems : :

The OrioleThe OrioleOne of the ones that Midas touched,Who failed to touch us all,Was that confiding prodigal,The blissful oriole.So drunk, he disavows itWith badinage divine;So dazzling, we mistake himFor an alighting mine.A pleader, a dissembler,An epicure, a thief, —Betimes an oratorio,An ecstasy in chief;The Jesuit of orchards,He cheats as he enchantsOf an entire attarFor hisContinue reading “One of the ones that Midas touched , The Oriole : Emily Dickinson : : Bird Poems : :”

To Hear An Oriole Sing : Emily Dickinson : : Bird Poems

To Hear An Oriole Sing : : By Emily Dickinson , Amherst / Massachusetts , U. S. : 526 To hear an Oriole singMay be a common thing—Or only a divine. It is not of the BirdWho sings the same, unheard,As unto Crowd— The Fashion of the EarAttireth that it hearIn Dun, or fair— SoContinue reading “To Hear An Oriole Sing : Emily Dickinson : : Bird Poems”

Wren Bird Poems : Various Poets : Bird Poems : :

For A Winter Wren : : By David Wagoner From Poetry Magazine June 1974 issue : Source : poetryfoundation.org * * A Winter Wren’s Call : : By Tina Andersen Softly bouncing between branch and vinea wren shifts timidly throughout the brushseeking insects to dinethis small bird appears to be in a rushflitting and callingContinue reading “Wren Bird Poems : Various Poets : Bird Poems : :”

The Envious Wren : Phoebe Cary : : Bird Poems : :

The Envious Wren : : by Phoebe Cary ON the ground lived a hen,In a tree lived a wren,Who picked up her food here and there;While biddy had wheatAnd all nice things to eat.Said the wren, I declare, ‘t is n’t fair!” “It is really too bad!”She exclaimed — she was mad —“To go outContinue reading “The Envious Wren : Phoebe Cary : : Bird Poems : :”

Visit Of The Wrens : Paul Hemilton Hayne : : Bird Poems : :

Visit Of The Wrens : : By Paul Hemilton Hayne ( 1830 – 1886 ) , Southern American Poet : : : : FLYING from out the gusty west,To seek the place where last year’s nest,Ragged, and torn by many a routOf winter winds, still rocks aboutThe branches of the gnarled old treeWhich sweep myContinue reading “Visit Of The Wrens : Paul Hemilton Hayne : : Bird Poems : :”

To A Wren On Cavalry : Larry Levis : : Bird Poems : :

To a Wren on CalvaryBY LARRY LEVIS“Prince Jesus, crush those bastards …”—Francois Villon, Grand Testament It is the unremarkable that will last, As in Brueghel’s camouflage, where the wren’s withheld,While elsewhere on a hill, small hawks (or are they other birds?)Are busily unraveling eyelashes & pupilsFrom sunburned thieves outstretched on scaffolds,Their last vision obscured byContinue reading “To A Wren On Cavalry : Larry Levis : : Bird Poems : :”