The Letter of Poor Birds

by Louis Zukofsky

The letter of poor birds
Is a wish or a song:
If we can be more, should we
On uninteresting land?
Today we saw hollows and low crests
The fallow, the arid, and the growing patch,
The yellow root of a red shrub
make winter rosy
And cast such shadow on a white cottage.
'The sparrows cram bread and drink. Do we
Drink more than water that flaws a drain?
You will believe they sang:
Jerry, Paul, Celia, Louis.

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