Blackbirds sing it so much better.
They awake in time to surprise the sun.
It's poetry, but poets cannot
write such a song.
The blackbird sings across the years:
He sings the moment that lasts forever....
His cascadings of sound here turn
memories into one.
It's the same bird on the same tree:
His resonance is never wrong -
a gift those poets cannot learn
who never surprise the sun.
O the perennial poetry
of the quenchless blackbird's tongue!