Why must the noble rose bristle before it blooms, and why must the frost declare allegiance to the dew? Don't tell me the robin's forlorn invitation could not be denied. I've heard the magpie's lies. Outside my window, twenty-seven juncos consort in a cedar tree, fat and happy to be free of all desire--ah, but that's not true! See how they dance and turn when I throw out the seed.
Sam HamillWhy must the noble rose bristle before it blooms, and why must the frost declare allegiance to the dew?
Don’t tell me the robin’s forlorn invitation could not be denied. I’ve heard the magpie’s lies.
Outside my window, twenty-seven juncos consort in a cedar tree, fat and happy to be free
of all desire–ah, but that’s not true! See how they dance and turn when I throw out the seed.
Sam Hamill