American Poets – MADHU MALTI

The Baltimore Oriole : Thomas Hill : Bird Poems : :

The Baltimore Oriole : : By Thomas Hill ▼ O golden robin! pipe again 1That happy, hopeful, cheering strain!A prisoner in my chamber, ISee neither grass, nor bough, nor sky;Yet to my mind thy warblings bring,In troops, all images of Spring;And every sense is satisfiedBy what thy magic has supplied. 8 As by enchantment, nowContinue reading “The Baltimore Oriole : Thomas Hill : 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 : :”

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”

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 : :”

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 : :”

I Will Try : Mary Oliver : : Bird Poems : :

I will try.I will step from the house to see what I seeand hear and I will praise it.I did not come into this worldto be comforted.I came, like red bird, to sing.But I’m not red bird, with his head-mop of flameand the red triangle of his mouthfull of tongue and whistles,but a woman whoseContinue reading “I Will Try : Mary Oliver : : Bird Poems : :”

Cardinals : John Jackson : : Bird Poems : :

“Cardinals “, Published in Poetry Magazine Of Verse , October , 1993 issue, A Bird Poem By John Jackson is 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. HereContinue reading “Cardinals : John Jackson : : Bird Poems : :”

The Singing Thrush : Walt Whitman : : Bird Poems : :

The Singing Thrush : : By Walt Whitman ( 1819 – 1892 ) Wandering at morn,Emerging from the night, from the gloomy thoughts—thee in my thoughts,Yearning for thee, harmonious Union! thee, SingingBird divine!Thee, seated coil’d in evil times, my country, withcraft and black dismay—with every meanness,treason thrust upon thee;—Wandering—this common marvel I beheld—theparent thrush IContinue reading “The Singing Thrush : Walt Whitman : : Bird Poems : :”

Waking Early Sunday Morning: Robert Lowell : : Morning Poems : :

“Waking Early Sunday Morning” : : By Robert Lowell ( 1917 – 1977 ) : : : : O to break loose, like the chinooksalmon jumping and falling back,nosing up to the impossiblestone and bone-crushing waterfall –raw-jawed, weak-fleshed there, stopped by tensteps of the roaring ladder, and thento clear the top on the last try,aliveContinue reading “Waking Early Sunday Morning: Robert Lowell : : Morning Poems : :”