July 9, 2003 A Very Dove

A Very Dove

A very Dove will have her love
ere the Dove has died;
the spirit, vanity approve,
will even love in pride;

and cannot love, and yet can hate,
spirit to fulfill;
the spirit cannot watch and wait,
the Hawk must have his kill.

There is a Gull that rolls alone
over billows loud;
the Nightingale at night will moan
under her soft shroud.

East Harlem, July 1948

I find in my notebook, no poetic response to this poem on July 9, 2003…just a jot in the bottom left corner of page 7.

– all symbolism aside, I think about the new variety that I’ve found at my pond – the birds with the orange heads.  I think of the white pelicans, like boats on the river, moving downstream.

I was flying to Ottawa to enjoy Mom and Dad’s 50th anniversary party.  It was a surprise, and a wonderful one at that.  I did not begin my poetic responses again, until I returned home and began again with Ginsberg’s poem, Vision.

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