Poem 80: When birds begin to sing

When birds begin to sing
I know with joy that spring is near.
Somehow, this time of year,
the birds join up in pairs and build
nests, lay eggs in song-filled
days, feed, are never stilled lest
the fledglings leave the nest too soon.

Fresh things are everywhere!
Flowers bloom! Fruit forms! The air – it cries
new life! And butterflies!
And bees! Yet here, in my old, spent
winter of discontent
I must not not forget to turn
the page, the page, the page.

(Based on the Vietnamese Luc Bat).

4 thoughts on “Poem 80: When birds begin to sing

  1. umashankar

    It is powerful Luc Bat of which you are a connoisseur. The message about the spent winter of discontent lies towards the end but it’s premonitions are there in the opening stanza already. The repeated ‘not’ in the penultimate line nails the crux of the disquiet.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Thanks, Uma. I rather like the double negative (in fact triple if you include “forget” as being negative)! Only one more luc bat this month and then I’m on to something else… don’t know what yet.

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