Sunday, January 15, 2012


While browsing some of my books I came across this sonnet. It is to me very evocative of a number of birds we see around where we live, and I find it quite beautiful.

Autumn Birds
The wild duck startles like a sudden thought
And heron slows as if it might be caught
The flopping crows on weary wings go bye
And grey beard jackdaws noising as they fly
The crowds of starnels wiz and hurry bye
And darken like a cloud the evening sky
The larks like thunder rise and suthy round
Then drop and nestle in the stubble ground
The wild swan hurrys high and noises loud
With white necks peering to the evening cloud
The weary rooks to distant woods are gone
With length of tail the magpie winnows on
To neighbouring tree and leaves the distant crow
While small birds nestle in the hedge below.
John Clare

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