Monday, 21 March 2016

A poem by Hans Andreus

the birds

This morning I was woken
by the birds.

And I thought: What was I woken by?
By the birds.

By the light too, but
more so by the birds,

The light softly singing,
the birds full-blast.



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1 comment:

  1. John Irons21 March 2016 at 10:27

    pure nostalgia this one.
    a few years back my hearing deteriorated and the dawn chorus faded away and disappeared. unless i sleep with my siemens mini-computers on, i hear nothing.
    well, not quite true. my brain has decided to let me hear birds singing when no birds are doing so outside.
    there must be a moral in there somewhere.

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