Showing posts with label West Virginia. Show all posts
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Tuesday, August 27, 2013
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Friday, May 8, 2009
Bird by Bird: A Celebration of New River with Pablo Neruda

The high iron branches
in the forest,
the dense
fecundity of the soil,
the whole world
is wet,
rain or dew
Whereare the birds?
Was that one, maybe,
that
whispering in the foliage
or that fugitive ball
of gray velvet
or that sudden shift
of perfume?
That leafwhich the cinnamon tree let go,
was it a bird? That dust
from the irritated magnolia
or that fruit
which fell resounding,
was that a flight?
O invisible little cretins,fiendish birds,
go
to hell
with your twittering,
with your useless feathers!
I just wantedto stroke them,
to see them glisten,
I don't want
to see their lightning embalmed
in a showcase,
I wanted to see them alive,I want to touch their gloves
of genuine leather,
which they never forget in the branches,
and to talk with them
on my shoulders
even if they leave me like certain statues
undeservedly whitened.
Impossible.They can't be touched,
they can be heard
like a heavenly
whisper or movement,
they talk
precisely,
repeat
their observation,
bragabout whatever they're doing,
comment
on whatever exists,
master
certain sciences
like hydrology
and know for certain
where all the grains
are being harvested.
Well then,invisible
birds
of the forest, of the woods,
of the pure bower,
birds of the acacia
and of the oak,
crazy, amorous,
astonishing birds,
conceited
soloists,
migratory musicians,

vagabonds,
I love you
free,
far from the shotgun and the cage,
fugitive
corollas,
this is the way
I love you,
ungraspable,
united and sonorous
society of the heights,
liberated
leaves,
champions
of the air,
petals
of smoke,
free,
cheerful

flyers and singers,
aerial, terrestrial,
sailors of the wind,
happy
builders
of the softest nests,
unceasing
messengers of pollen,
matchmakers
of the flower, uncles
of the seed,
I love you,
ingrates:
I'm going home,
happy to have lived with you
a moment
in the rain.
Ode to Birdwatching
Pablo Neruda
Bird by Bird
We have come to know the earth
at the New River Birding and Nature Festival
ingrates:
I'm going home,
happy to have lived with you
a moment
in the rain.
Ode to Birdwatching
Pablo Neruda
Bird by Bird
We have come to know the earth
at the New River Birding and Nature Festival
Beth from My Life With Birds
Nina from Nature Remains
Jane from Jalynn's Window on Nature
Barb from My Bird Tales
Kathie from Sycamore Canyon
Lynne from Hasty Brook
Laura from Somewhere in NJ
Bill from Bill of the Birds
Kathi from Katdoc's World
Mary from Mary's View
Jane from Wrenaissance Reflections
Kathy from Life, Birding Photos and Everything
Susan from Susan Gets Native
not pictured:
Kathleen from A Glorious Life
What we discovered at New River, Bird by Bird:
(Remember to embiggen the photos)
pictured top to bottom: Ovenbird; New River Gorge; Wake Robin Trillium; Red Eft; Fiddlehead Fern; Black and White Warbler; West Virginia Woodlands; Spring Blooms; Pitcher Plant; Pitcher Plant; Millipede, Lichen, Water Glider Shadows; Pipevine Swallowtails and Nessus Sphinx Moth; New River; Cascade of White Violets; Red Eft; Marsh Marigold; Black-Capped Chickadee; New River Gorge Bridge; and the 2009 New River Nature Bloggers.
Monday, April 27, 2009
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