I am who I have always been
a shiver of soft reeds beside the river
or the cascade of  a waterfall.
Gypsy crows rise  to a soft dawn
gathering their kind they circle
back for me.

I can scarcely bear the

splendor of the world,

its wonder humbles

the wisp  that is me.

Minutiae of eyes and ears

and speechless tongue

stunned by the promise

of a  red dawn.

Elegant trees  lift

their mighty limbs

host to creatures

large and small.

Their noble crowns filled

with the cornucopia of life.

I want to sail the sea tiny fleck that is me   bearer of no possession fragment of the universe

art by Amy Judd (represented by Hicks Gallery)

Translation by  Bernd Hutschenreuther

Ein geflügelter Vogel sein

Ich vermag kaum, den Glanz
der Welt zu enthüllen,
ihre Wunder schmälern
noch meine Winzigkeit.
Details von Augen und Ohren
und Zunge, stumm,
erstaunt vom Versprechen
eines Sonnenaufgangs.
Vornehme Bäume erheben
ihre erhabenen Arme,
mächtige Götter im Gebet,
Gastgeber unzähliger Geschöpfe,
abgezupft in rot und grün,
Füllhörner mit Nüssen und Beeren
zieren ihre edlen Kronen.
Ich möchte das Meer durchsegeln,
winziger Fleck, der ich bin,
ein geflügelter Vogel, Träger
keines Besitzes, ein erfreuliches
Fragment des Alls,
einem jeden sichtbar.

Deutsch: Bernd Hutschenreuther

163 thoughts on “A Winged Bird

          1. That was sweet of you. How long is he supposed to wear it? The vet gave us cones for the kittens when they were spayed. Yeah right! We gave the kittens the cones to play with and that distracted them enough they didn’t lick their incisions.

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  1. Holly, I love the interplay between feeling we are just “the wisp that is me” as contrasted to a tree that hosts a “cornucopia.” Even though small, like the tree, we impact so many from the microbes inside of us to people in our community as George Bailey learned in “It’s a Wonderful Life.” Keith

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  2. “Man is only a reed the weakest in nature but he is a thinking reed” Blaise Pascal wrote at the XVIIth century. Your poem , Holly, made me think of this quote .
    I like very much your poem, , and also the good translation.
    Love ❤

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  3. You are like a fine filament of silk, woven into the most beautiful fabric ever seen.
    That is your poetry!
    Hope you and your babies are all well. x ❤ o

    So, I made cookies 2 nights in a row. I ate a couple each night. I'm starting to look like a cookie….roundish.
    Norm ate all the rest. He looks thinner!!!! Do you think it's all the chewing burning up calories?
    I sent you a pic. I "tried" to draw a hippy Boogapony. xoxo

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    1. That’s such a beautiful compliment Resa, if anyone knows how to weave silk filament it is you my gifted friend. So I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
      I’m ready to transform to hippie Boogapony, hop-in the flower car 🚗 and do our thing!


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