I can imagine in some other world
Primeval-dumb, far back
In that most awful stillness, that only gasped and hummed,
Humming-birds raced down the avenues.
Before anything had a soul,
While life was a heave of Matter, half inanimate,
This little bit chipped off in brilliance
And went whizzing through the slow, vast, succulent stems.
I believe there were no flowers then,
In the world where the humming-bird flashed ahead of creation.
I believe he pierced the slow vegetable veins with his long beak.
Probably he was big
As mosses, and little lizards, they say, were once big.
Probably he was a jabbing, terrifying monster.
We look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time,
Luckily for us.
- D. H. Lawrence (1885-1930)
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BtheB
1 comment:
wonderful poem and imaginative.humming birds are very small but big on their stature.they have abilities that make them grand.it is to admire how quickly they fly and finding a succulent flower they drink some of the juice.and off again to an other one.and they are lovely with their coloured feathers.some Colombian friends send me photos of them on Facebook.i appreciate it
much.
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