This poem is taken from PN Review 205, Volume 38 Number 5, May - June 2012.
Two Poems
Albino Blackbird
The truth is, it was only part white; the bird
that came to your garden two winters ago -
but into my head comes this ghost, shadowless,
a white absence, blind negative in the snow.
No reflection glides over the lake
where he flies, light and boneless,
no sound from his throat.
...
The truth is, it was only part white; the bird
that came to your garden two winters ago -
but into my head comes this ghost, shadowless,
a white absence, blind negative in the snow.
No reflection glides over the lake
where he flies, light and boneless,
no sound from his throat.
...
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