#Poems on Birds

[oracle-fae]

thewheatfield

[iseetheworldinmetaphor]

The Metamorphosis of Birds 2022 | dir. Catarina Vasconcelos

[asoftepiloguemylove]

I HAVE MY MOTHER'S FACE AND HER GRIEF

Janet Fitch // Lady Bird (2017) dir. Greta Gerwig // Chen Chen // Youadan Teddy // Ocean Vuong Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong // Mitski Class of 2013 // 誰も知らない Nobody Knows (2004) dir. Hirokazu Kore-eda // Fatima Aamer Bilal days where my whole world is my bed. // death-born-aphrodite (tumblr) // Ocean Vuong On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous // Hieu Minh Nguyen Buffet Etiquette

[thatsbelievable]

[luthienne]

Naomi Shihab Nye, Transfer; "Morning Birds"

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

VINCENT PRICE AND PETER LORRE //

THE RAVEN (1963) dir. Roger Corman

[professional-jaywalker]

Being bird : trying to find some common nature

by Avia, January 31st, 2012.

An homage to an essay that always felt more like a poem to me.

[illustratus]

A Saint, from the 'Jackdaw of Rheims' by Briton Rivière

[ky-landfill]

[danskjavlarna]

Source details and larger version.

Slithery: my unusual collection of vintage snake imagery.

[iseetheworldinmetaphor]

"...but I knew that the sky was where humankind had thrown everything it coudln't grasp. God, the dead, infinity, and UFOs they all lived in that unknown place. Sharing it in a civilized manner so they could all fit."

The Metamorphosis of Birds 2022 | dir. Catarina Vasconcelos

[asoftepiloguemylove]

Jack Stauber Just Take My Wallet // Lady Bird (2017) dir. Greta Gerwig // Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022) dir. Daniel Kwan & Daniel Scheinert // Hannah Green Night Terrors // Veruca Salt All Hail Me // Fleabag (2016-2019) cr. Phoebe Waller-Bridge // Laurie Anderson O Superman (live) // Kyung-sook Shin Please Look After Mom // Ocean Vuong Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong // Euphoria (2019-) cr. Sam Levinson // Ernest Hemingway The Garden of Eden

[aqua-regia009]

Samuel Taylor Coleridge poem The Rime of the Ancient Mariner Illustrated by Gustave Doré (French, 1832-1883)

[thatsbelievable]

[adventuresofalgy]

After his amazing Hogmanay Hootenanny had finally drawn to a close, Algy slept for many, many hours, and when he awoke he found that all his party guests had vanished, no doubt returning to the many magical places around the world from which they had come.

Feeling that he needed a wee bit of fresh air and exercise after such extensive partying, Algy flew around his assistants' garden several times. But he found that it was unpleasantly cold… It was early January, after all; the ponds were covered with thin sheets of ice, and the garden was hushed and quiet.

Suddenly, the sun burst through the wintry clouds, and although it was still exceedingly low in the sky, only just managing to clear the rocky ridges of the surrounding hills, parts of the garden were bathed in a beautiful golden light… at least for a few minutes, for the sun could evidently feel the chill too, and soon retreated to warmer climes.

It was glorious while it lasted, however, so Algy found himself a perch on a sunlit tree stump and indulged in a harmonious duet with a wee robin friend nearby, until the light faded into greyness once again. And while the two fluffy birds sang in wordless harmony, Algy took deep gulps of the January air and thought:

Something’s moving in, I hear the weather in the wind, sense the tension of a sheep-field and the pilgrimage of fins. Something’s not the same, I taste the sap and feel the grain, hear the rolling of the rowan ringing, singing in a change. Something’s set to start, there’s meadow-music in the dark and the clouds that shroud the mountain slowly, softly start to part.

[Algy is thinking of A Poem for the New Year by the contemporary English poet Matt Goodfellow.]

[annoyingdreamlanddestiny]

Sometimes I feel helpless like a little bird.