Blackbird Song

Posted: March 13, 2020 in John Stammers Page

Like mown grass, could the odour of this rose
carry the signature of its sufferings?
Degrees of sweetness a measuring-out of pain?

Like the revelling surges of a blackbird’s song
to a crow’s ear, is there always this fear
our best works register as ugliest, somewhere?

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