HOW BIRDS SING
by Kay Ryan
One is not taxed;
one need not practice;
one simply tips
the throat back
over the spine axis
and asserts the chest.
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Right around the end of last year, Mary Lee Hahn offered a Kay Ryan book giveaway on her blog—and I won it! She graciously sent The Best of It – New and Selected Poems by Kay Ryan all the way to Canada. (Thanks again, Mary Lee!)
I have been enjoying Ryan’s clever, philosophical, rhyme-riddled, witty, and always-deeper-on-second-reading-than-they-seem-on-the-first poems.
The poem “How Birds Sing” caught my attention because a few times on our morning walks in the last weeks, we’ve been hearing spring birds sing. The Red-winged Blackbirds are back, and so is the bird that sings a lilting song I’ve always associated with spring. (Before I die, I will identify that bird!)
So, no matter how deep you still are in winter, comfort yourself that spring will soon be here, and keep your ears open!
This post is part of Poetry Friday, hosted today by Renee at No Water River.