Blackbird

Blackbird

Its eye a dark pool
in which Sirius glitters
and never goes out.
Its melody husky
as though with suppressed tears.
Its bill is the gold
one quarries for amid
evening shadows. Do not despair
at the stars’ distance. Listening
to blackbird music is
to bridge in a moment
chasms of space-time, is to know
that beyond the silence
which terrified Pascal
there is a presence whose language
is not our language, but who has chosen
with peculiar clarity the feathered
creatures to convey the austerity
of his thought in song.

R. S. Thomas
(from The Poem and the Journey: 60 Poems for the Journey of Life, ed. Ruth Padel, image  Sirius B by Apoxile on deviantart.com)

The image at the top is Sirius B by Apoxile on deviantart.com.

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