Saturday, 17. March 2007
Urging Self Towards Praise
Passing by Sally Bird's Bird Park,
Through the twitter of sparrows
Hovering over the bone white
Bodies of the beeches covered
With a fresh coat of snow,
He says to himself, "Isn't this Enough to raise your arms In praise, dear malcontent, This coven of sparrow song, Under a March sun even if There isn't her body to lay Your hands upon tonight And remember, O remember, All the rivers of Zion?"
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