One day I was a wandering bird
On an alder tree.
It was warm.
The figure was blurred,
But I believe in the sea
Someone was fighting the storm.
One man had no chance,
Had not flied away.
In panic I was looking for hand.
Just one little glance:
Here's a couple that stay
How lucky! - still on the land...
One day I was a wandering bird.
It was sunny,
I wanted to sing.
But I'm still trying to say a word
Through a glory
Ray in the spring.
Anna Kavan, 2015.
The poem is well-protected and must not be copied neither used without my name included as its author and my permission to post it. Thank you!
On an alder tree.
It was warm.
The figure was blurred,
But I believe in the sea
Someone was fighting the storm.
One man had no chance,
Had not flied away.
In panic I was looking for hand.
Just one little glance:
Here's a couple that stay
How lucky! - still on the land...
One day I was a wandering bird.
It was sunny,
I wanted to sing.
But I'm still trying to say a word
Through a glory
Ray in the spring.
Anna Kavan, 2015.
The poem is well-protected and must not be copied neither used without my name included as its author and my permission to post it. Thank you!
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