I. For he has forgotten self, forgotten bird … —Seamus Heaney A bittern! Belying this china-shop bird is, allegedly, a bull’s voice. Today it stalked the marsh for edibles, not a mate, so went unheard, nearly unseen. What else did we reverse-hunt; let find us with sibylline barbules prickling as it opened from its […]
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