Excerpt:
Having just seen a lone goldfinch on a feeder in the backyard, I found Stanford’s “Summer Scene” stirring:
“With movement perfect and controlled
Through silence like the hush of sleep
The goldfinch cleaves the immobile deep,
Pale azure, in a loop of gold.
“Life changes yet remains the same.
The goldfinch flashes and is gone,
But through the emptiness is drawn,
The oriole’s thin dividing flame.”
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