Speak in Poetry

[Nat]

I am a feather on the bright sky

The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.

I am the evening light, the lustre of meadows
I am the farthest star

I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.

I am the long track of the moon in a lake
I am the hunger of a young wolf

I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.

I am the whole dream of these things
You see, I am alive, I am alive
I stand in good relation to the earth
I stand in good relation to the gods
I stand in good relation to all that is beautiful

When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.

You see, I am alive, I am alive

(Mashup of The Delight Song of Tsoai-Talee by N. Scott Momaday and Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens)