Finally, spring arrives with its abundance of work and pleasures. Since all the little birds rustling around our gardens herald the season, here's a bird poem in celebration of the equinox. Who but D.H. Lawrence could evoke a giant, scary hummingbird? ...From the beautiful little book Bright Wings: An Illustrated Anthology of Poems About Birds, edited by Billy Collins (Columbia University Press, 2010).
I can imagine, in some otherworld
Primeval-dumb, far back
In that most awful stillness, that only gasped and hummed,
Humming-birds raced down the avenues.
Before anything had a soul,
While life was a heave of mater, half inanimate,
This little bit chipped off in brilliance
And went whizzing through the slow, vast, succulent stems.
I believe there were no flowers then,
In the world where the humming-bird flashed ahead of creation.
I believe he pierced the slow vegetable veins with his long beak.
Probably he was big
As mosses, and little lizards, they say, were once big.
Probably he was a jabbing, terrifying monster.
We look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time,
Luckily for us.