~Grant Hutchison
The Great Backyard Bird Count is from February 18–21 so I was hoping to have a bird poem to share, and lo and behold, Sylvia Plath came through. Here's a spread from her Bed Book, illustrated by Quentin Blake:
Is a good deal more
The sort of Bed
Bird-Watchers adore—
A kind of hammock
Between two tall trees
Where you can swing
In the leaves at ease
And count all the birds—
Wren, robin and rook—
And write their names
In a Naming Book.
Around Bird-Watching Beds
You hang nests of straw
For hummingbirds, hoopoes
And the great macaw.
All the birds would flock
(If I’m not mistaken)
To your berries and cherries
And bits of bacon.
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Small Reads for Brighter Days has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Laura!
Oh, we're on the same birdie wavelength this weekend, my friend! :0) Thanks for the great post. Quentin Blake - how I love the work of Quentin Blake...
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Delightful poem! I would add willie wagtail, magpie and peewee to that list. :) (They're my frequent house visitors. All of them black and white, actually. But we have other, colourful varieties who visit the dam.)
ReplyDeleteSuch a treasure-filled post Tabatha. I didn't know Sylvia Plath had written anything like this. And how perfect to have Quentin Blake's playful art with her words, I'm a big fan of his, lovely! Hope to catch views of some birds this weekend. We've had quite a few black capped chickadees around, I hope our cold temps won't keep them away, thanks!
ReplyDeleteI always associate Sylvia Plath with her darker poetry that was my first introduction to her in school. Thanks for sharing this light and delightful poem - perfect inspiration for bird watchers (and counters) everywhere!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing Plath's lighter side, Tabatha. We have our fair share of 'hawkward' moments watching backyard birds. ;)
ReplyDeleteBits of bacon. Really? I have never fed birds bacon! That hammock scene is lovely. Thank you. xo
ReplyDeleteI just read Robyn's post. Bird poems mean spring is coming. I don't have a hammock but I do have a chair under a tree! Thanks for the Plath poem & the Quentin Blake illustration, Tabatha!
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun poem. I think bits of bacon was part of a fantasy meal perhaps cooked up by the poet? Maybe not.
ReplyDeleteNow I'm pining for a hammock, berries, and some bacon, too! This is wonderful!
ReplyDeletePerfect poem to gear up for the bird count. Had no idea Blake illustrated a Plath poem. No bacon for our birds -- all for us. :D
ReplyDeleteAnother bird count post-I am delighted to hear about it and happy to read the poem with a great last line.
ReplyDeleteLove this, Tabatha. Quentin Blake always makes me smile, and the poem is pure whimsy! Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI saw a woodpecker briefly at the feeder that could not hold him. I should write it down in a book of birds. Thanks for this sweet poem.
ReplyDeleteOh, for a hammock from which to watch the birds!
ReplyDeletePS -- Thanks for Crip Camp. It was AMAZING, and I've passed the link along.
ReplyDeleteA Bird-Watching Bed! Yes please! And wow, that is NOT what I picture when I think of Sylvia Plath. Today was an absolutely fabulous birding day for me, with, among many other wonderful things, two new hummingbirds!
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