The bird book says, common, conspicuous.
This time of year all day
The mockingbird
Sweeps at a moderate height
Above the densely flowering
Suburban plots of May,
The characteristic shine
Of white patch cutting through the curved ash-grey
That bars each wing;
Or it appears to us
Perched on the post that ends a washing-line
To sing there, as in flight,
A repertoire of songs that it has heard
-From other birds, and others of its kind—
Which it has recombined
And made its own, especially one
With a few separate plangent notes begun
Then linking trills as a long confident run
Toward the immediate distance, Repeated all day through
In the sexual longings of the spring
(Which also are derivative)
And almost mounting to
Fulfillment, thus to give
Such muscular vigor to a note so strong,
Fulfillment that does not destroy
The original, still-unspent
Longings that led it where it went
But links them in a bird’s inhuman joy
Lifted upon the wing
Of that patched body, that insistence
Which fills the gardens up with headlong song.
Patch Work
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