Conversation Poems – MADHU MALTI

To A Sparrow : Francis Ledwidge : : Sparrow Poems : :

To a Sparrow : : By Francisco Ledwidge : : : : To a Sparrow Because you have no fear to mingleWings with those of greater part,So like me, with song I single Your sweet impudence of heart. And when prouder feathers go whereSummer holds her leafy show,You still come to us from nowhereLike grey leaves acrossContinue reading “To A Sparrow : Francis Ledwidge : : Sparrow Poems : :”

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 : :”

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 : :”

Jenny Wren : William Henry Davis : ( 1 ) : : Eurasian Wren Chirping & Singing ( Video ) : ( 2 ) : Wildlife World : : Bird Poems : :

https://youtu.be/zP7TepK7eAs?si=9CJUfgKzjSDxx4R Jenny Wren : : By W. H. DaviesHer sight is short, she comes quite near;A foot to me’s a mile to her;And she is known as Jenny Wren,The smallest bird in England. WhenI heard that little bird at first,Methought her frame would surely burstWith earnest song. Oft had I seenHer running under leaves soContinue reading “Jenny Wren : William Henry Davis : ( 1 ) : : Eurasian Wren Chirping & Singing ( Video ) : ( 2 ) : Wildlife World : : Bird Poems : :”

To The Mocking Bird : Wilson Flagg : : Bird Poems : :

To The Mocking Bird : : by Wilson Flagg ( 1805 – 1884 ) ▼ Carolling bird that merrily night and dayTellest thy raptures from the rustling sprayAnd wakest the morning with thy varied laySinging thy matinsWhen we have come to hear thy sweet oblationOf love and joyance from thy sylvan station 6 Why inContinue reading “To The Mocking Bird : Wilson Flagg : : Bird Poems : :”

Captivity : Robert William Service : : Bird Poems : :

Captivity : : by Robert William Service : ,: O meadow lark, so wild and free,It cannot be, it cannot be,That men to merchandise your spellDo close you in a wicker hell! O hedgerow thrush so mad with glee,it cannot be, it cannot be,They rape you from your hawthorn foamTo make a cell of steelContinue reading “Captivity : Robert William Service : : Bird Poems : :”

On The Death Of Robert Riddell : Robert Burns : : Bird Poems : :

459. Sonnet on the Death of Robert Riddell : : By Robert Burns NO more, ye warblers of the wood! no more; Nor pour your descant grating on my soul; Thou young-eyed Spring! gay in thy verdant stole,More welcome were to me grim Winter’s wildest roar. How can ye charm, ye flowers, with all yourContinue reading “On The Death Of Robert Riddell : Robert Burns : : Bird Poems : :”

The Brown Thrush : Lucy Larcom : : Bird Poems : :

There’s a merry brown thrush sitting up in the tree.He’s singing to me! He’s singing to me!And what does he say, little girl, little boy?“Oh, the world’s running over with joy! Don’t you hear? Don’t you see? Hush! Look! In my tree I’m as happy as happy can be!” And the brown thrush keeps singing,Continue reading “The Brown Thrush : Lucy Larcom : : Bird Poems : :”

The Throstle : Alfred Lord Tennyson : : Bird Poems : :

“The Throstle”: : By Alfred Lord Tennyson ( 1809 – 1892 ) ‘SUMMER is coming, summer is coming. I know it, I know it, I know it.Light again, leaf again, life again, love again,’ Yes, my wild little Poet.Sing the new year in under the blue. Last year you sang it as gladly.‘New, new, new,Continue reading “The Throstle : Alfred Lord Tennyson : : Bird Poems : :”

The Thrush : Edward Thomas : : Bird Poems : :

The Thrush : : By Edward Thomas( 1878 – 1917 ) When Winter’s ahead,What can you read in NovemberThat you read in AprilWhen Winter’s dead? I hear the thrush, and I seeHim alone at the end of the laneNear the bare poplar’s tip,Singing continuously. Is it more that you knowThan that, even as in April,SoContinue reading “The Thrush : Edward Thomas : : Bird Poems : :”