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cary bertoncini
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Locale: N. California
A Change on 08/06/2010 12:29:08 MDT Print View

Wandering I was watched
by a tiny hummingbird
alone I was greeted
by her piping call
for a moment
shared
my eyes my mind transfixed
by her watching eye
head smaller than my thumb
cocked to one side
in consideration
no more than three feet away
her day as mine
was not the same for it
something of me
and something of her
exchanged
consciouness
expanded
life and spirit
alit

cary bertoncini
(cbert) - F

Locale: N. California
The Miracle on 08/06/2010 21:34:52 MDT Print View

(by Ralph Waldo Emerson)

I have trod this path a hundred times
With idle footsteps, crooning rhymes.
I know each nest and web-worm's tent,
The fox-hole which the woodchucks rent,
Maple and oak, the old Divan
Self-planted twice, like the banian.
I know not why I came again
Unless to learn it ten times ten.
To read the sense the woods impart
You must bring the throbbing heart.
Love is aye the counterforce,--
Terror and Hope and wild Remorse,
Newest knowledge, fiery thought,
Or Duty to grand purpose wrought.
Wandering yester morn the brake,
I reached this heath beside the lake,
And oh, the wonder of the power,
The deeper secret of the hour!
Nature, the supplement of man,
His hidden sense interpret can;--
What friend to friend cannot convey
Shall the dumb bird instructed say.
Passing yonder oak, I heard
Sharp accents of my woodland bird;
I watched the singer with delight,--
But mark what changed my joy to fright,--
When that bird sang, I gave the theme;
That wood-bird sang my last night's dream,
A brown wren was the Daniel
That pierced my trance its drift to tell,
Knew my quarrel, how and why,
Published it to lake and sky,
Told every word and syllable
In his flippant chirping babble,
All my wrath and all my shames,
Nay, God is witness, gave the names.