The Robbers : Robert William Service : : Bird Poems : :

The Robbers : : by Robert William Service : : Alas! I see that thrushes three Are ravishing my old fig tree,In whose green shade I smoked my pipe And waited for the fruit to ripe;From green to purple softly swell Then drop into my lap to tellThat it is succulently sweet And excellent toContinue reading “The Robbers : Robert William Service : : Bird Poems : :”

Thrushes : Ted Hughes : : Bird Poems : :

Thrushes : : by Ted Hughes Terrifying are the attent sleek thrushes on the lawn,More coiled steel than living – a poisedDark deadly eye, those delicate legsTriggered to stirrings beyond sense – with a start, a bounce,a stabOvertake the instant and drag out some writhing thing.No indolent procrastinations and no yawning states,No sighs or head-scratchings.Continue reading “Thrushes : Ted Hughes : : Bird Poems : :”

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