Poem #6 for Poetry Month -- "The Dipper"
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nightdog_barksToday's poem (and the last for this week) is by the Scottish poet and essayist Kathleen Jamie.
The Dipper
It was winter, near freezing,
I'd walked through a forest of firs
when I saw issue out of the waterfall
a solitary bird.
It lit on a damp rock,
and, as water swept stupidly on,
wrung from its own throat
supple, undammable song.
It isn't mine to give.
I can't coax this bird to my hand
that knows the depth of the river
yet sings of it on land.
~ Kathleen Jamie
From Waterlight, Graywolf Press, 2007
Online source here.
The Dipper
It was winter, near freezing,
I'd walked through a forest of firs
when I saw issue out of the waterfall
a solitary bird.
It lit on a damp rock,
and, as water swept stupidly on,
wrung from its own throat
supple, undammable song.
It isn't mine to give.
I can't coax this bird to my hand
that knows the depth of the river
yet sings of it on land.
~ Kathleen Jamie
From Waterlight, Graywolf Press, 2007
Online source here.
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