Monday, July 13, 2009

It is not for you

You do not know our voice
A lifetime of study cannot hold
Our words in your mind

You do not know of what we speak
Or what we say that is true

We scold your presence
And you do not hear the meaning
Prothonotary warbler Lake Isabella
We call to others like us
For the continuation of ourselves,
Yelling away the dangers,
To pass a message that is not meant for you

You strain to hear us
Shhh...we are wistening for burdies

High and sweet

Male hummer pr ofile

Gruff and low

Junior, Flight training

In your arrogance you memorize
The cadence of our kind
But with ten thousand voices
We speak above you

You can hold us for a moment in your hands
To feel the fierce beating of our hearts

RS chick and me
But even in that time of intimacy
When you seek to know us,
Small chipping and shrieking screams
Tell a tale that cannot be translated
Into human tongue.

We sing to the skies
To the beyond you cannot see
You assume you know of what we sing to
Putting our phrases into words
And into those words you glean your own ideas

For all the knowledge your brain can hold
It cannot process the heights we praise.
We do not sing for you.


Lynne at Hasty Brook said...

Speechless. I'm speechless.

You got it Susan.

MObugs said...

That is one of the sweetest things I've ever read, it brought a tear to my eye.

Wren said...

That is beautiful, Susan.

egretsnest said...

That's lovely, Susan. But, I do enjoy the balance you show with your new slogan in your header! You rock!

Susan Gets Native said...

Thanks, all!
(And yes, that new banner slogan...been trying to get the nerve to put it up...realized that this is my blog and I can do what I please)
I think the reason we love birds is that they are so unattainable. Even through banding or memorizing their calls, or even my raptor handling, they are not ours. They do nothing for our benefit. Yet, we benefit from their existence.

Beth said...

Love, love, love the header. It is so you. And the poem is beautiful. It helps to be reminded that we are just observers in their world. That's what makes each day of birding so special.


Kyle said...

Love the new banner slogan, Susan! :-D

And I love, love, love this post. Every time you share a piece of your poetry, it gets better and better, and you always seem to have just the right images on hand to make it that much better. Nice job!

Bird Girl said...

Oh bummer! And all this time I thought they were singin' right to ME ;-)
Nicely said, Susan - you are quite talented!

BANJO52 said...

Still more great photos and text. Thank you! I agree with others who have noticed the combo of two very different modes in your header compared to the poem--a combo that's pretty common and very inviting on your blog.

Whether or not T.S. Eliot's "Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" was lurking in your subconscious, that's a really nice variation on him in your poem's last line.

In case anyone's interested, I had no trouble finding the poem online at:

Do you have any thoughts on Heuston Woods as a birding location?


Dave said...


dAwN said...

Did you write that?
Awesome! I must tweet this on others can enjoy!

Stacy said...

I do believe I have found the words to go behind our beloved Lucy work. Magnificent! And yes, i'm still sitting here slobbering over it. Damn you!

Susan Gets Native said...

Yeah. I was trying to channel T.S. Eliot.
Kidding. :)

Dave and Dawn: Thanks!

Stacy: Are you doing something with Lucy on it?

Mary said...

Go, Susan. This rocks.