In a tissue-thin monotone of blue-grey buds crowded erect with desire against the sky -- tense blue-grey twigs slenderly anchoring them down, drawing them in -- two blue-grey birds chasing a third struggle in circles, angles, swift convergings to a point that bursts instantly! Vibrant bowing limbs pull downward, sucking in the sky that bulges from behind, plastering itself against them in packed rifts, rock blue and dirty orange! But -- (Hold hard, rigid jointed trees!) the blinding and red-edged sun-blur -- creeping energy, concentrated counterforce -- welds sky, buds, trees, rivets them in one puckering hold! Sticks through! Pulls the whole counter-pulling mass upward, to the right, locks even the opaque, not yet defined ground in a terrific drag that is loosening the very tap-roots! On a tissue-thin monotone of blue-grey buds two blue-grey birds, chasing a third, at full cry! Now they are flung outward and up -- disappearing suddenly! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRAIRIE-GRASS DIVIDING by WALT WHITMAN ECLOGUE: THE 'LOTMENTS by WILLIAM BARNES THE LAKE by HELEN BIRCH-BARTLETT NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 25 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT CASTLES OF THE SEA by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |