“Poems, like birds, are everywhere”


Animal Locomotion plate 770 (detail)
Eadweard Muybridge, 1887

The latest edition of I and the Bird is presented by Via Negativa as a fine found poem:

The afternoon lull had set in, but we pressed on.
We spotted the lapwings again, out in the glasswort–
How high above the water the white flashes!
Who knows how they knew they were there,
Bird with bird, birds with the very air.

The poem reminded me of Eadweard Muybridge’s beautiful photographs of birds in flight, like the one at the top of this post. U Penn has a nice archive of Muybridge.

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One Response to “Poems, like birds, are everywhere”

  1. Neel says:

    That’s so true. Poems are everywhere for poets like music is everywhere for composers. Loved that!

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