A year of birds

Iris Murdoch: A year of Birds. Pentru ca intotdeauna mi-au placut poeziile ei si pt ca, am gasit la un aticariat din londra o carte despre pasari si lunile anului, despre frumusete si necunoscut. N-am sa iau toate lunile la rand ( asa cum face I.Murdoch). Voi alerga insa dupa ...pasari. :)

January ( The seagulls of January )

Inland seagulls never cry
Ai ai, ai ai,
Humbly in the winter trail
Behind the plough their kite tail,
Or ride transparent in the sky.
Winter white they pass me by
As pale as paper in the sky
Silent birds who never cry
Arrogantly ai ai.


July ( The blackbirds of July)

Blackbird digging in the warm mown grass
Glancing about with an eye of glass
Blackbird digging in the mown grass heap
How mechanical you look
Flirting and glistening in agitation.
Quiet now yellow beak motionlessly listening
For tiny little things their doomed crepitation.


October ( The swans of October)

The October water is like glass and scarcely flows
Beside the red tree the swan spreads a long wing
Rose hips too are reflected in the stream '
Where the bird`s sudden movement has made no sound