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...CAROL: NEW STYLE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN FOR THE NEW YEAR by EDWIN MARKHAM THE CHARGE OF THE BREAD BRIGADE by EZRA POUND MOTHER EARTH by GEORGE SANTAYANA |