|Bobolink, Dolichonyx oryzivorus, male in breeding plumage|
[courtesy of Greg Schneider]
I'm sure Quaker women fashioned their day/prayer caps after this bird's plumage.
Natalie Barney wasn't Quaker.
|Natalie Barney [courtesy of The Qouch]|
by Ezra Pound
See, they return; ah, see the tentative
Movements, and the slow feet,
The trouble in the pace and the uncertain
See, they return, one, and by one,
fear, as half-awakened;
As if the snow should hesitate
And murmur in the wind,
and half turn back;
These were the "Wing'd-with-Awe,"
Gods of that wingèd shoe!
With them the silver hounds,
sniffing the trace of air!
These were the swift to harry;
These the keen-scented;
These were the souls of blood.
Slow on the leash,
pallid the leash-men!
blague, "A 'blague' when it is a fine blague is a satire upon stupidity, an attack. It is the weapon of intelligence at bay; of intelligence fighting against an alignment of odds." [Pound, 1915]
|Carol Peters, southern California, 1976 [pic by Jay Hosler]|