Spring comes and autumn goes, Likewise in the town of sparrows. Under the eaves and in the ivy They wage dispute of polity. If someone speaks, someone demurs; They are indomitable bickerers. One can easily imagine them Asquabble in the copses when brave William Led his band by, or even once In the dust near Hannibal's elephants. Maybe in the primeval firs They went at it: what's his, what's hers? Apparently they do not welcome Finality in sparrowdom. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PLANTING OF THE APPLE TREE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ADDRESS TO A HAGGIS by ROBERT BURNS THE CELLO by RICHARD WATSON GILDER ON LAYING THE CORNER-STONE OF THE BUNKER HILL MOMUMENT by JOHN PIERPONT THE FOUNDERS OF OHIO by WILLIAM HENRY VENABLE IN A GARDEN by PAULINE B. BARRINGTON THE WAY THAT LOVERS USE by RUPERT BROOKE THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: DEATH-IN-LIFE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |