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Read this out loud. For real. Read it out loud!
1
A thrush in the syringa sings.
' Hunger ruffles my wings, fear,
lust, familiar things.
Death thrusts hard. My sons
by hawk's beak, by stones,
trusting weak wings
by cat and weasel, die.
Thunder smothers the sky.
From a shaken bush I
list familiar things,
fear, hunger, lust. '
O gay thrush!
1964
By Basil Bunting
Thunder smothers the sky! OMIGOD.
1
A thrush in the syringa sings.
' Hunger ruffles my wings, fear,
lust, familiar things.
Death thrusts hard. My sons
by hawk's beak, by stones,
trusting weak wings
by cat and weasel, die.
Thunder smothers the sky.
From a shaken bush I
list familiar things,
fear, hunger, lust. '
O gay thrush!
1964
By Basil Bunting
Thunder smothers the sky! OMIGOD.
