The resplendent female "elegant trogon," her actual name, appeared at my study window the very moment my heroine died (in a novel of course) so that my hair bristled like the time a lion coughed right outside our thin screen-walled shack. What does this mean? Nothing whatsoever, except itself, I am too quick to answer. This bird is so rare she never saw it. I had expected her soul to explode into a billion raindrops, falling on the farm where she was born, or far out in the ocean where she drowned, precisely where I once saw two giant sea turtles making love. Full fathom five thy lovely sister lies, tumbling north in the Gulfstream current, but then the soul rose up as vapor, blown westward to the Sea of Cortez, up a canyon, inhabiting this quetzal bird who chose to appear at my window. This all took three seconds by my geologic watch. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 22. ALONE by EDITH SITWELL O, BREATHE NOT HIS NAME! by THOMAS MOORE INTROSPECTIVE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE PROCLAMATION by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JANUARY MORNING by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 16. CUPID HIMSELF STUNG by PHILIP AYRES THE INNOCENT MAGICIAN; OR, A CHARM AGAINST LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |