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Published: 2012-01-29 15:13:00 +0000 UTC; Views: 532; Favourites: 7; Downloads: 8
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Description wayside and the eye vibrates
the pink blossom hid
a cock linnet stripping himself of song
and just as in those childhood guides,
where butcher birds still tend
their thorny larders and
bone-beaked rooks till frozen ground,
a blush met a sky
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MaidenStar [2013-03-08 01:15:47 +0000 UTC]

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Botkin [2012-03-20 17:02:30 +0000 UTC]

I like that a lot!

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todellisus [2012-03-20 16:55:20 +0000 UTC]

This poem has been hanging around in my head for a while, and I was so moved by the imagery and your description of what it means to you, that I decided to make a sort of homage to it. Hopefully you like it
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Botkin [2012-02-01 23:32:41 +0000 UTC]

Thank you. With this one I'd set out to write about something completely different but this appeared. I suppose that's how things go sometimes. When I was a child there was a series of four nature books: 'What to Look For in Winter/ Summer/ Spring/ Autumn'. It was the illustrations (by, I think, Tunnicliffe) that moved me so much and the poem is really just a response to remembering these and how they affected me at the time. It's 'themes' - if that's not too grand a word for such a slight piece - are nostalgia and a longing for the the past - childhood and the English countryside: 'where butcher birds still tend...', the 'still' is important since the shrike is now rare in England. Maybe it always was. And a male linnet's plumage does give the appearance of a 'blush'.

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todellisus [2012-02-01 22:02:04 +0000 UTC]

I don't know what it is, but your poetic style is the most beautiful thing I have ever read. I'll probably have to read it a couple hundred more times before I get any sense of the meaning of it, but the words and the imagery and the mood all come together in all of their motley strangeness in some kind of phantasmagorical blend of awesomeness. It's like a tongue twister, but the words feel so good in my mouth. The last line is so sudden and so beautiful. Can you give some insight to the meaning behind it, or your inspiration?

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