Hello. So today is my birthday and I henceforth have a very special poetry to share with you all. It is not my own. But it is so deep that I want my readers to enjoy and relish each and every thought this beautiful poem evokes.
Again a reminder that this poem is NOT MY OWN aka NOT AN ORIGINAL. It is the penned work of Ted Hughes
The Laburnum Top
The laburnum top is silent, quite still
In the afternoon yellow September sunlight,
A few leaves yellowing, all its seeds fallen.
Till the goldfinch comes, with a twitching chirrup
A suddenness, a statement, at a branch end
Then sleek as a lizard and alert, and abrupt
She enters the thickness, and a machine starts up
Of chitterings and a tremor of wings and trillings
The whole tree trembles and thrills
It is the engine of her family
She stokes it full, then flirts out to a branch end
Showing her barred face identity mask
Then with eerie delicate whistle chirrup whisperings
She launches away to the infinite
And the laburnum subsides to empty.
TED HUGHES
It is a very beautiful composition. Oozing with meaning. If asked I'm ready to explain in the next update,
Until then,
Ciao!
PS happy birthday to me!!!!
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