Spring Birds Again

Came home today after teaching & sat on the deck looking at the river. First really warm day of the year, though there are still patches of snow in the deep hollows in the woods. Just at dusk, the blackbirds & grackles began arriving, perching in the high branches of the maples to catch the last of the sun. A few of them swooped down to pick at the seeds the chickadees had let fall under the feeders, but it was mostly a social call. At the suggestion of one of my best students, I was reading American Gods -- the black birds & the black river: appropriate imagery, not so much because they are sinister, but because they are numinous.

Author: jd

Joseph Duemer is Professor of Literature Emeritus at Clarkson University in northern New York state. His most recent book of poems is Magical Thinking from Ohio State University Press. Since the mid-1990s he has spent a good deal of time in Vietnam, mostly Hanoi. He lives with his wife Carole & five terriers (four Jack Russells & one Patterdale) on the stony bank of the Raquette River in South Colton.

1 thought on “Spring Birds Again”

  1. DOG

    takes the long view.
    Listen to the dog.
    It is windless now.
    Listen to the dog.
    You can see shadows.
    Listen to the dog.
    Night look like it died.
    Listen to the dog.
    Morning’s fork-footed.
    Listen to the dog.
    Afternoon seems way off.
    Listen to the dog.

    Edward Mycue for Sarah Menefee

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