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#1147864 - 12/24/05 04:27 PM
MIP - The Oven Bird
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Registered: 12/17/05
Posts: 17
Loc: Elizabeth, NJ
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I'm choosing "The Oven Bird" as my poem. I love the nostalgic feeling of it and I consider myself a rather lyrical composer so the bird material suits me. Here it is: THERE is a singer everyone has heard, Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird, Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again. He says that leaves are old and that for flowers Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten. He says the early petal-fall is past When pear and cherry bloom went down in showers On sunny days a moment overcast; And comes that other fall we name the fall. He says the highway dust is over all. The bird would cease and be as other birds But that he knows in singing not to sing. The question that he frames in all but words Is what to make of a diminished thing.
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#1147865 - 12/25/05 02:06 AM
Re: MIP - The Oven Bird
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Registered: 06/06/05
Posts: 4184
Loc: Philadelphia
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I suppose you'll take special light of the interesting choice of words in that last line? 
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Every day we are afforded a new chance. The problem with life is not that you run out of chances. In the end, what you run out of are days.
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