Poem About Poetry

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!

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