birdfruit, waxwings, belgravia, edmonton, jan. 24/09
perching waxwings, same tree, same place, same day.
This is such joyfulness, such brilliant languageplay. Besot my soul, indeed.
Here it is, with the original Russian alongside.
Where The Waxwings Used To Dwell
Where the waxwings used to dwell,
Where the pine trees softly swayed,
A flock of airy momentwills
Flew around and flew away.
Where the pine trees softly whooshed
Where the warblewings sang out
A flock of airy momentwills
Flew around and flew about.
In wild and shadowy disarray
Among the ghosts of bygone days,
Wheeled and tintinnabulated.
A flock of airy momentwills
A flock of airy momentwills!
You're warblewingish and beguilish,
You besot my soul like strumming,
Like a wave invade my heart!
Go on, ringing warblewings,
Long live airy momentwills!
2 comments:
oh my goodness!!! such wonderful gratuitous amounts of buhrdds!!! i love the way their fluffy bellies envelope their feets and the branches they sit upon- be still my heart! thank you for sharing these delightful photos!
-Hannah
oh! i am so glad you like! they are so dear to me, these fuzzy birds. i want to hug them close!
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