tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028456146808767313.post7173539963371048443..comments2024-03-28T20:17:20.832+00:00Comments on A Poem A Day:: Study of a Great Blue HeronSiobhánhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146329432858420431noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028456146808767313.post-31857513522921882122023-09-05T10:27:13.375+01:002023-09-05T10:27:13.375+01:00Oh I love this, so graceful.Thank you! Oh I love this, so graceful.Thank you! Siobhánhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11146329432858420431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028456146808767313.post-45794324519531001292023-06-11T17:48:41.910+01:002023-06-11T17:48:41.910+01:00I typed this out from my volume of James Armstrong...I typed this out from my volume of James Armstrong's poetry, because I couldn't find it online and I think you would love this: <br /><br />Heron<br />James Armstrong<br /><br />Up to his backward knees<br />in the silken wash,<br />the color of ash, he is two<br />characters at once:<br />the original, <br />upright, relentless<br />god of spearmen,<br />and the blue messenger.<br />He wades in morning light, against the horizon<br />where the perfect clouds<br />are pushed by the wind. Gulls<br />wheel in the long shadows of the dunes.<br />Suddenly he unfolds<br />his cloak, and with exaggerated slowness<br />withdraws each leg<br />from the wave, doubles his neck, <br />suspends himself from the sun by wires,<br />and leaves without speaking. <br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028456146808767313.post-67554378298407603052022-06-14T15:58:24.432+01:002022-06-14T15:58:24.432+01:00Watching my favorite great blue heron catching bre...Watching my favorite great blue heron catching breakfast this morning in changing light I’m reminded of how much like a first draft of a poem he is. Love this poem. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com