The birds are back in woods behind my house. Wrens, nuthatches, tree-creepers; from first light their bright calls spill into my sleep. After a winter watching a monoculture of jackdaws floating over ...
Two birds came upon a crust of bread lying on the path through the woods. “Please, after you,” said the first bird. “No, you saw the crust before I did, you eat first,” replied the second. “No I ...
Photo by Rachel Giese Brown. Via. Pulitzer Prize–winning poet Mary Oliver rolled into Southern California last night to rock UCLA’s Royce Hall. At 75, she’s only slightly older than Madonna and has a ...
The Poetry of Birds, a collection of avian verse edited by Simon Armitage and Tim Dee, takes flight, finds Adam O'Riordan Ever since the Anglo Saxon elegist behind The Seafarer sought comfort from his ...
But poetry takes ken of a bare hundred, and of even these a third are so casually mentioned that, virtually, they are useless to the text, and, so far as they contribute any special significance, ...
In 2021, the second full year of the pandemic, I began to go outside more after a year of intense insideness. Like others, I started noticing what I had not known how to see previously: the arching of ...
His feathers spread for his mate, Quivering, glimmering a love dance." — The peacock dances and the peacock cries, Reza Asad Al Huda Anupam At Alliance Francaise de Dhaka (AFD), a gallery brims with ...
A long time ago — perhaps in the 1970s — I observed my father, Shamsur Rahman Faruqi, leafing through dictionaries, searching for rare birds’ names. He was working on translating a shahr ashob of ...
Some results have been hidden because they may be inaccessible to you
Show inaccessible results