A Necklace of Wrens For Mícheál Ó Ciarmhaic, file When I was very young I found a nest Its chirping young were fully fledged.
They rose and re-alighted around my neck, Made in the wet meadow a feather necklet.
To them I was not human but a stone or tree: I felt a sharp wonder they could not feel.
That was when the craft came which demands respect. Their talons left on me scars not healed yet. *The Gloaming:A Necklace of Wrens.In Irish An Muince Dreoilíní Do Mhícheál Ó Ciarmhaic, file I mo bhuachaill óg, fadó fadó, d’aimsíos nead. Bhí na gearrcaigh clúmhtha, fásta, is iad ag scread.
D’éirigh siad – is thuirling arís ar m’ucht Ormsa bhí muince clúimh sa mhóinéar fliuch.
Níor dhuine mé ach géag crainn nó carn cloch ach bhí iontas crua nár bhraith said ag bualadh faoi m’ucht.
B’in an lá ar thuirling ceird a éilíonn ómós: is d’fhág a n-ingne forba orm nár leigheasadh fós.
The Gloaming — “A Necklace Of Wrens”A Bird Poem By Irish Poet Michael Hartnwtt is About Mystic invitation into the Poet’s life and the mysterious paradox.In Ireland, St. Stephen’s Day is also known as Wren’s Day – a tradition descending either from Celtic or Nordic mythology, where boys would hunt for a wren and then take the captured bird around town singing and asking for coins.
A wren betrayed Irish soldiers to invading Vikings, by beating its wings upon their shields, earning the moniker, ‘traitor-birds’.
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“Just sharing this perfect little nest of moss amongst the ivy in our lean-to shed right down the other end of the garden where we keep the lawnmower, the empty pots, saucers and garden wire.
We’ve seen the little wren hopping in and out but I don’t want to disturb her too much.
I hope it will be safe from the cats.” : ( thetialys.wordpress.com
A Wren’s Nest AMONG the dwellings framed by birds In field or forest with nice care, Is none that with the little Wren’s In snugness may compare.
No door the tenement requires, And seldom needs a laboured roof; Yet is it to the fiercest sun Impervious, and storm-proof.
So warm, so beautiful withal, In perfect fitness for its aim, That to the Kind by special grace Their instinct surely came.
And when for their abodes they seek An opportune recess, The hermit has no finer eye For shadowy quietness.
These find, ‘mid ivied abbey-walls, A canopy in some still nook; Others are pent-housed by a brae That overhangs a brook.
There to the brooding bird her mate Warbles by fits his low clear song; And by the busy streamlet both Are sung to all day long.
Or in sequestered lanes they build, Where, till the flitting bird’s return, Her eggs within the nest repose, Like relics in an urn.
But still, where general choice is good, There is a better and a best; And, among fairest objects, some Are fairer than the rest;
This, one of those small builders proved In a green covert, where, from out The forehead of a pollard oak, The leafy antlers sprout;
For She who planned the mossy lodge, Mistrusting her evasive skill, Had to a Primrose looked for aid Her wishes to fulfill.
High on the trunk’s projecting brow, And fixed an infant’s span above The budding flowers, peeped forth the nest The prettiest of the grove!
The treasure proudly did I show To some whose minds without disdain Can turn to little things; but once Looked up for it in vain ‘Tis gone—-a ruthless spoiler’s prey, Who heeds not beauty, love, or song, ‘Tis gone! (so seemed it) and we grieved Indignant at the wrong.
Just three days after, passing by In clearer light the moss-built cell I saw, espied its shaded mouth; And felt that all was well.
The Primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves; And thus, for purposes benign, A simple flower deceives.
Concealed from friends who might disturb Thy quiet with no ill intent, Secure from evil eyes and hands On barbarous plunder bent,
Rest, Mother-bird! and when thy young Take flight, and thou art free to roam, When withered is the guardian Flower, And empty thy late home,
Think how ye prospered, thou and thine, Amid the unviolated grove Housed near the growing Primrose-tuft In foresight, or in love. — William Wordsworth
“A Wren’s Nest”, A Bird Poem By William Wordsworth is an Appreciation About the beauty and an enfoldment of nature shown in the cosy dwelling of warm comfort framed by the little Wren Bird. The wren’s nest in a snugness is comparable with other nice nests of care built in the fields and forest by other birds. It is “small, round mossy nest.. . made of “fibres from the ivy, cotton, and the moss” and is “bound with cobwebs light and thin.”, that is, “hidden near a waterfall.”: : Itis “lined with feathers, warm and soft” and thus, it is “built with magic art” created in Nature. : : “What a world of wonder and delight / Is opened to the view!”, Wordsworth values it’s apprize in his account of the Poetry of Birds. : Nature is “brimming o’er with life and joy” and how it is “a world of happiness and love.”The brief nature of life, its brevity reminds us of human’s mortality . The essence of Wordsworth ‘s Poem on A Wren’s Nest can be learnt in knowing the poet’s gratitude for nature and enrichment of life. :
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“As I Sit In Heaven” & The Video Song : Link Given HERE In BELOW
* As I Sit In Heaven ” : : Hazel Birdsall : Written in 2008 for her Sister. The Poem’s words from a deceased person are the heartfelt wishes to send a message to those who have stayed back . The poem can ease the pain of the people who lose their loved ones. The people who have gone want to send a sign that they are always here, caring and watching for what is left of those who are still alive.. : Feel like , There has never been a separation ; No boundary between heaven and the mortal world. : Normallypeoplego in to the denial , Anger, Depression even Assuming bargain, etc. Apart from Acceptance. Afterwards, some indulge in memorials , prayers, gathering the left over by a departed soul , donations after such memories , and face the emotions. Talking with someone sharing , etc. Happens which might be helpful. Cardinals, or Hummingbirds or Butterfly or Family photos in Canvas / printables or in beautiful frames would be a great and good. : : : :
“As I Sit In Heaven And watch you everyday, I try to let you know with signs I never went away. I hear you when you’re laughing, And watch you as you sleep. I even place my arms around you To calm you as you weep. I see you wish the days away, Begging to have me home.. . “: : The aforesaid poem Written By Hazel Birdsall has been used to comfort people all over the world, It is used for the sacred services , in Church , during the funerals commemoration and memorials and for remembering at home gathering :: : : CLICK HERE In BELOW to listen to the You Tube Video Song By Terry Moris https://youtu.be/evRAWqi2Isg?si=NW-ct79_psxKWcPs
* * I Made it Home : :
“As long as they come, To brighten up my day And bring me some joy, To continue on my way” ( “The Cardinals’ Song” by Emily G. Seberger ) ; : : : : : : : : : : : : “All I do to the bird is smile on this Sunday, Because I see that my daughter is not flying away.” ( “Red Cardinal” by Madeleine C. Jones ) : : “The Cardinal sits upon the branch. He does not know which way to glance. He only knows that God above Is looking down in deepest love. I look to you dear God above And pray for your redeeming love, To guide me through my nights and days, And flight my fleeting fears away! “( “The Cardinal” by Pam Waters Carson ) : : : : : ; : : : : “I saw a cardinal in my tree, the bright red color so beautiful to see. thoughts of loved ones brought a smile to my face, as I watched it flitter about with grace. Visitors from Heaven they are said to be, I feel blessed that you came to see me.” ( Unknown ) : : : :
* * * “December Notes” : : by Nancy McCleery The backyard is one white sheet Where we read in the bird tracks
The songs we hear. Delicate Sparrow, heavier cardinal,
Filigree threads of chickadee. And wing patterns where one flew (Excerpt from “December Notes”)
Red Bird The Cardinal Trying to Come Over the Dark Places and Awaiting For God’s Watch, His Angelic Guidance and Instructions and Development. MARY CHRISTMAS AndHAPPY NEW YEAR’s Spiritual Lights “I Will Try”, By Mary Oliver : : “Staring at the light in the tree With a Rich lense of Attention” ( From Mary Oliver’s Quote )
I will try. I will step from the house to see what I see and hear and I will praise it. I did not come into this world to be comforted. I came, like red bird, to sing. But I’m not red bird, with his head-mop of flame and the red triangle of his mouth full of tongue and whistles, but a woman whose love has vanished, who thinks now, too much, of roots and the dark places where everything is simply holding on. But this too, I believe, is a place where God is keeping watch until we rise, and step forth again and – but wait. Be still. Listen! Is it red bird? Or something inside myself, singing?
–Mary Oliver
“I Will Try”, A Bird Poem By Mary Oliver is About The Red -Bird, The cardinal who or something similar for him which The Poet Speaker has identified, as being “existent inside her “self” is singing, and About the impelling urge to rise ahead, to step forth of the house, for a praiseworthy living in the natural world to sing like a Red -Bird. She is determined to “try to see” the beauty through the darkness inspite of her ( “now vanished” ) , that is, non – existent 💕 love. ( In the state of 💔 broken-hearted sadness ), she believes that she is in a place where God is keeping watch over the dark until she succeeds to rise, and step forth again. Because, she “did not come into this World to be comforted.”: The Red Bird lays bare a grief over one beloved person who has been”vanished”: Yet, The red Bird signals with his head-mop of flame and the red triangle of his mouth full of tongue and whistles , calling all living beings to come over ( even in winter ❄️ to life ). : : The Poet Speaker too hears it. Although she knows that she is not red -Bird She has determination inside herself to be like a red -Bird to sing. Her “roots , thinking , living in dark places , and everything is holding on “: Meaning, stops her and she has to wait as if awaiting further “watch” of God, His guidance or instruction and development.::::
In the midst of the aforesaid spiritual contemplations, The Poet Speaker awaiting with stillness, asks us to listen ! So as her conscience listens !! ” Is it Red -Bird ? Or something inside 💠 myself”, ( herself / yourself ) singing ? 💠 Holly 😇 💠 😇 💠 😇 Angel / Spirit / Red -Bird, The Cardinal ♥️♥️
“I Will Try”, A Bird Poem By Mary Oliver Information Appreciation and poem Analysis Presented by V Jayaraj Pune India December 28, 2023 : : ; ; ; : : :
Hum Historical / Alamy Stock Photo : : Alfred Noyes 1880 – 1958 ) Noyes most often exhibited a style infused with Romanticism and ballad-like simplicity, and his subject matter was usually optimistic and inspired by the natural beauties of the world. Noyes revered the polite formality of traditional English verse and despised the haphazardness and comparative literary disrespect of the modernist movement of the 20th century—especially the work of James Joyce— Noyes secured a place at Oxford University in 1898, though he left before earning his degree. Nonetheless, his first collection of poetry, The Loom of Years (1902), was published when he was only 21 years old, and received compliments from esteemed poets such as George Meredith and William Butler Yeats. Noyes married Garnett Daniels in 1907, and the couple lived off his royalty checks. That same year they visited the United States for the first time, and were entertained by such impressive company as Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s daughters and Ralph Waldo Emerson’s sons. Noyes enjoyed notable relationships throughout his life, apparently drinking tea with Theodore Roosevelt in 1919 just hours before his death and meeting privately with premier Benito Mussolini in 1939, just before the start of World War II. : : By the age of 30, Noyes had firmly established himself as the most commercially popular poet of his time. According to Margaret B. McDowell in the Dictionary of Literary Biography, he had “produced his first biography, William Morris (1908), and had collected his poems in eight full-length books. in both Britain and the United States. … Thousands of readers bought Noyes’s books of poems, cherished them, and even memorized parts of them. : ; His Three most noticeable works were : The First one Drake: An English Epic (1906–08), the second, “The Highwayman,” The third most-frequently cited work is a three-volume work called The Torch-Bearers (1922, 1925, and 1930), which was inspired after a visit in 1917 to a new telescope being installed at Mount Wilson, California. ( This trilogy was Noyes’s attempt to reconcile science and religion, as it pays homage to progress in astronomy, biology, and other scientific advancements, as well as the theological and philosophical development of the human race. the third volume, The Last Voyage, as reflecting “the intensity of Noyes’s theological search for one’s destiny after life on earth and his increased preoccupation with religion ) : ; William Lyon Phelps, writing in The Advance of English Poetry in the Twentieth Century, referred to Noyes as “one of the most melodious of modern writers, with a witchery in words that at its best is irresistible. … [H]e has the imagination of the inspired poet, giving him creative power to reveal anew the majesty of the untamed sea, and the mystery of the stars.” : ; Noyes’s autobiography, Two Worlds for Memory, was published in 1953. He died on the Isle of Wight on June 25, 1958.
The Old Meeting House : : By Alfred Noyes (new jersey, 1918)
Its quiet graves were made for peace till Gabriel blows his horn. Those wise old elms could hear no cry Of all that distant agony— Only the red-winged blackbird, and the rustle of thick ripe corn.
The blue jay, perched upon that bronze, with bright unweeting eye Could never read the names that signed The noblest charter of mankind; But all of them were names we knew beneath our English skies.
And on the low gray headstones, with their crumbling weather-stains, —Though cardinal birds, like drops of blood, Flickered across the haunted wood,— The names you’d see were names that woke like flowers in English lanes
John Applegate was fast asleep; and Temperance Olden, too. And David Worth had quite forgot If Hannah’s lips were red or not; And Prudence veiled her eyes at last, as Prudence ought to do.
And when, across that patch of heaven, that small blue leaf-edged space At times, a droning airplane went, No flicker of astonishment Could lift the heavy eyelids on one gossip’s upturned face.
For William Speakman could not tell—so thick the grasses grow— If that strange humming in the sky Meant that the Judgment Day were nigh, Or if ’twere but the summer bees that blundered to and fro.
And then, across the breathless wood, a Bell began to sound, The only Bell that wakes the dead, And Stockton Signer raised his head, And called to all the deacons in the ancient burial-ground.
“The Bell, the Bell is ringing! Give me back my rusty sword. Though I thought the wars were done, Though I thought our peace was won, Yet I signed the Declaration, and the dead must keep their word.
“There’s only one great ghost I know could make that ’larum ring. It’s the captain that we knew In the ancient buff and blue, It’s our Englishman, George Washington, who fought the German king!”
So the sunset saw them mustering beneath their brooding boughs, Ancient shadows of our sires, Kindling with the ancient fires, While the old cracked Bell to southward shook the shadowy meeting house. — Alfred Noyes Source: Collected Poems (1947)
” The Old Meeting House”,A Bird Poem By Alfred Noyes ( 1880 – 1958 ) is About the mysterious nature among the birds. . The red caps on this Red Bird resemble the garments of the Roman Catholic Bishops. Hence they were named The Cardinal. The Europeans who settled first in Northern America believed that ,“Cardinals appear when Angels are near” : Although this poem doesn’t present the birds as the gentle reminder of those who have passed away , it does link the cardinal to the spirit world. Whether the cardinal is a messenger from the spirit world or not , they are State Bird of 7 States Of United States. Theydeserve a special place and respectful care. : : : :
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” Cardinals” By John Jackson : Source : From poetryfoundation.org
“Cardinals “, Published in Poetry Magazine Of Verse , October , 1993 issue, A Bird Poem By John Jacksonis About A ‘pair of cardinals’, perhaps a couple in the same nest. He denotes the male cardinal’s beauty and strength and the female cardinal’s long patience , gentleness ( somberness ) and practical nature. Here the cardinals are symbols of patience, love, strength, beauty, and gentleness. He is a unconcealed roaring boy ; whereas she is “love’s discipline”. : : : :
Stanza 1 : : “She is brown and rose, like pears in October; 1 He is red as any ribbon on a wreath. 2 She provides, is practical and sober;3 He is ceremony without belief”4: :lines 1 To 4: : : :
About difference between male and female Cardinal Viz. Colour ( brown / rose , like pears in October for female against male’s red “as any ribbon on wreath” / circular band on ornamental flowers ) and Approach prefered distinctly by them. The female is a provider , practical and sober in approach ; whereas the male observes proper and conventional performance in manner of keeping commitment “without belief”: withoutimpressions or fanciful notion. : : : :
Stanza 2 : : ” Where she stays she vanishes, so when she sings 5 It comes at once from nowhere and all sides. 6 He is the source and center of everything 7 (The one bird all of us can recognize).” 8 : : lines 5 To 8 : : : :
About Singing by the Pair of Cardinals. The female sings from nowhere and all sides as one may not notice her because she definitely sings when she stays , most of the time in her brooding / nest or at places around it.. By singing as part of her nesting behaviour, she protects her eggs from any intruder or while nourishing young ones. Say , it is for defending her territory. The observation here is, “Where she stays she vanishes, so when she sings ” 5 : Hence The female Cardinal is unnoticeable ; whereas maleCardinalis the “source and center of everything”7 : Hence , recognizable. : : : :
Stanza 3 : : ” Suppose you had to describe her; a song addressed 9 From out of the ground or middle of a tree; 10 Feathers several colors in one breath 11 (More subtle than her mate could ever be)” 12 : : lines 9 To 12 : : :
About The female Cardinal’s song that is “addressed more subtly than her mate” , that is, more artful and perceptive in the sense more penetrative and piercing , perhaps requiring sharp understanding. : : : :
Stanzas 4 & 5 : : ”
lines 13 To 16 & 17 To 20
About The Pair of Cardinals , their common songs as “clean” ( that is, pure, thorough and sporty ) and “quick” ( warm, ready/fast and responsive ) / “As a blade that makes a pile of shavings” ( here , large number of tuneful songs ) : The Poet Speaker has explained the aforesaid “shavings”, “several” , that is, in large numbers “leaping from the stick” ( lines 13 To 15 ) Meaning , their several songs which are continuously tuned and hence readily available at “the sticks”/ at their broods/ nests bounce to remain visiting. The Poet Speaker thinks that “It is hard to imagine how these two ( pairs of Cardinals ) behaving”( line 16 ) / “As they do, could make their common cause,” ( line 17 ), that is, not easy to comprehend how the pair of Cardinals , the male and female so different from one another associate together to cause the happening in / “Agree(ment) to one song as their epithet”,( line 18 ) / expression ( not in words ) of musical passage , that is, the tuneful song. : :
It is not easy to believe that they would be intimate in agreeing to / “sleep with one another’s flaws,:”( line 19 ) : These flaws are in terms of their weaknesses or marks ❣️‼️ that could spoil the appearance of what he or she wants intuitively of their combined creations. The Speaker has named these flaws : “He ( is ) the blatant / unconcealed roaring boy ( very lively and prosperous ( marked by peace , success and prosperity ) in scarlet” red Bird ( line 20 ) / The hale-fellow ( Hale and hearty : healthy and vigorous / flying high ) no season can deter ( can’t be prevented or discouraged in any time ) ; ( line 21 ) / ( But ) She ( is ) an emblem ( representative of quality ) of the feminine ( befitting a mature woman of quality ) ; ( line 22 ) / Because to see all that there is in her / takes long patience and / Which is love’s discipline ( lines 23 & 24 ) : : The female cardinal is an emblem / quality symbol of a mature woman ♀️ 👠 having long patience , gentleness ( somberness ) and practical nature. Her routine conduct or behaviour and practice of living is what can be called 💕 “love’s discipline.” : : : :
“Cardinals”, A Bird Poem By John Jackson Information Appreciation and poem Analysis Presented by V Jayaraj Pune India December 26 , 2023 : : : : : ; : :
Colors Passing Through Us by Marge Piercy Purple as tulips in May, mauve into lush velvet, purple as the stain blackberries leave on the lips, on the hands, the purple of ripe grapes sunlit and warm as flesh. Every day I will give you a color, like a new flower in a bud vase on your desk. Every day I will paint you, as women color each other with henna on hands and on feet.
Red as henna, as cinnamon, as coals after the fire is banked, the cardinal in the feeder, the roses tumbling on the arbor their weight bending the wood the red of the syrup I make from petals.
Orange as the perfumed fruit hanging their globes on the glossy tree, orange as pumpkins in the field, orange as butterflyweed and the monarchs who come to eat it, orange as my cat running lithe through the high grass.
Yellow as a goat’s wise and wicked eyes, yellow as a hill of daffodils, yellow as dandelions by the highway, yellow as butter and egg yolks, yellow as a school bus stopping you, yellow as a slicker in a downpour.
Here is my bouquet, here is a sing song of all the things you make me think of, here is oblique praise for the height and depth of you and the width too. Here is my box of new crayons at your feet.
Green as mint jelly, green as a frog on a lily pad twanging, the green of cos lettuce upright about to bolt into opulent towers, green as Grand Chartreuse in a clear glass, green as wine bottles.
Blue as cornflowers, delphiniums, bachelors’ buttons. Blue as Roquefort, blue as Saga. Blue as still water. Blue as the eyes of a Siamese cat. Blue as shadows on new snow, as a spring azure sipping from a puddle on the blacktop.
Cobalt as the midnight sky when day has gone without a trace and we lie in each other’s arms eyes shut and fingers open and all the colors of the world pass through our bodies like strings of fire. — Marge Piercy .
* I Never Left You Poem John F Connor I watch you every day, I am always very near. I know deep in your heart, you realize I am here. I watch you while you sleep, in your bed at home. I hear you when you speak to me, when you are on your own. You cannot understand the reason why I’ve gone. But I will never leave you I am there to keep you strong. Talk to me, I hear you, though you may not see. We share an unbroken bond that will always be. Death will not keep us apart, for our love is forever. Just remember me in your heart, and one day we will be together. Live your life and live it fully, don’t waste a single day. Remember I am always with you every step of the way.
Red – Bird : The Cardinal The Red Bird : The Cardinal on the branch of a Poplar tree Red – Bird : The Cardinal on the top most branch of A Tree , Singing against the backdrop of blue Sky.“The First Red- Bird”, By Evaleen Stein
“The First Red- Bird”, A Bird Poem By Evaleen Stein is About A Cheerful Honey-sweet Song of The Red -Bird, The Northern Cardinal that was clearly heard by The Poet Speaker in the Frosty Daybreak. : : The searching attempt with strong desire of The Poet to look for an amazingly “joyous thing mingling” or combined “in the cheerful song” could not be located. This was because “all (around ) was “wrapped in violet tinted haze” or fog. “All ( was ) “slumber bound”, that is, all was asleep / in a quiescent state. : : He saw a “little singer” “clad” / clothed in red , in “bright scarlet”plumage / covering “feathers at the topmost height of the Poplar tree.” : : He heard the same honied trill once again when a “sunbeam suddenly” sent forth tilted “over the hill.” The red – bird rocked and shone / reflecting sunbeam, like a “breeze – swept poppy flower” as if effortless sailing downwind / With the Wind , were “blowing lightly with a quivered / ( rapid alternating motion of ) branches of a Poplar tree.” : :
“The golden light” was flashing in which the ( red ) plumage or the red feathers of the Red – Bird was glowing against the backdrop of “the blue sky.. . It was so sweet a sight !” Before The Poet Speaker whose “heart was thrilled with rapture“, that is, entirely carried away by an overwhelming emotions of ecstasy / in an elated bliss. : : : :
“The First Red- Bird”, A Bird Poem By Evaleen Stein , Information Appreciation and poem Analysis Presented by V Jayaraj Pune India December 23, 2023 : : : : : : : :
VIolet tinted haze / fog : called blurry Purple Sky With shadows of trees on a Daybreak, waiting for the appearance of Golden Sunrays
From POETRY : A Magazine Of Verse : January 1931 issue :
“The Cardinal Bird” By Orrick Johns
“The Cardinal Bird”, Published in 1931 January, A Bird Poem By Orrick Johns is About The Song Of The Cardinal Bird who “remains”, Meaning, The Cardinal Songbirds do not migrate away from their habitat Or do not come in from another part elsewhere. They stay in the same place or State for their entire lifetime. The Northern Cardinal or The Red Bird is the official state bird of no fewer than seven eastern states of United States. : Illinois, Indiana, Kentucky, North Carolina, Ohio, Virginia, and West Virginia.: Here in the poem, The Poet Speaker looks round for three minutes in one spot. He describes the Winter in the First Stanza, with its characteristics view of adversity and how he sees in the Second Stanza, “The summer goes away” with the leaf of the trees in vivid colour , beech, maple, apple, and peach which is white, yellow, red , brown. They get “shrunk or shrivel “It matters little how branches bleach”Because , Winter Or Summer comes in or goes away, The Cardinal Bird remains alongwith their Songs in sweet different musical notes. The Poet Speaker finds his breath from his breath hoarfrost on outside object and interestingly, the breath from the mouth of Winter , mist which covers the nearby ground or area with foggy haze or droplets making it less visible and unclear. Yet, he sees more in winter than the summertime of flowers 🌺 🌹
In the Third Stanza, The Poet Speaker sees the things as aforesaid , living in one place. We may consider the Poet’s remarks having a religious undertone in a sense that everything that is life , being or occuring in one fact or an actuality is having one varified existence in one place in the Natural world wherever and whenever , even momentarily we come to associate with the components of life
“The Cardinal Bird”, A Bird Poem By Orrick Johns , Information Appreciation and poem Analysis Presented by V Jayaraj Pune India December 22, 2023 : : : : : : :
MADHU MALTI 