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...A MINOR POET by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET TO RIDGELY TORRENCE - PLAYWRIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STREET-CRIES: 2. THE SHIP OF EARTH by SIDNEY LANIER SUGGESTED BY THE COVER OF A VOLUME OF KEATS'S POEMS by AMY LOWELL SURFACES AND MASKS; 6 by CLARENCE MAJOR AT SAGAMORE HILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |