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Sergio Larrain photo, London, 1958, as published in The Threepenny Review. |
She startles the birds,
perhaps with her song,
unheard in the leaf shadows
in the garden of forms,
But the birds in their perches,
they hear it, being ancient,
they've heard it before,
the true voice of feeling,
that voice of the other
as she climbs to the rooftops
to test the limits of flight,
Launching the birds,
they've heard it before,
they are ancient
and know without knowing.
They, also, sing as they fly.
