Humming-bird (D. H. Lawrence)
I can imagine, in some otherworld
Primeval-dumb, far back
In that most awful stillness, that gasped and hummed,
Humming-birds raced down the avenues.
Before anything had a soul,
While life was a heave of matter, half inanimate,
This little bit chipped off in brilliance
And went whizzing through the slow, vast, succulent stems.
I believe there were no flowers then,
In the world where humming-birds flashed ahead of creation
I believe he pierced the slow vegetable veins with his long beak.
Probably he was big
As mosses, and little lizards, they say, were once big.
Probably he was a jabbing, terrifying monster.
We look at him through the wrong end of the telescope of time,
Luckily for us.
A Route of Evanescence (Emily Dickinson)
A Route of Evanescence,
With a revolving Wheel –
A Resonance of Emerald
A Rush of Cochineal –
And every Blossom on the Bush
Adjusts its tumbled Head –
The Mail from Tunis – probably,
An easy Morning’s Ride –
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Two good ones – thanks!
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I think so too, JT 🙂
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What a trio of delights this post contains: Lawrence, Dickinson, and hummingbirds—especially the latter!
I remember going to an evening exhibit of Dale Chihuly’s glass figures that was held in a botanical garden out west. Chihuly’s work —much of which I don’t love—definitely benefits from being seen illuminated in the darkness. But the wonderful part of the illumination was its revealing hundreds and hundreds of hummingbirds gorging their tiny bodies on the flowering plants surrounding the glasswork. That view alone was more than worth the price of admission.
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Thanks, Annie. That sounds like a great exhibit!
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