This poem is taken from PN Review 187, Volume 35 Number 5, May - June 2009.
Four Poems
Richard Henry in Fiordland
The mind of man is nothing
but an aviary
the sodden book says
or so sang Richard Henry
in the company of
waterfalls, those thinnest
most radiant of men.
The roof over Richard Henry’s head
a roof of birds
and the ground beneath his feet
his lightly feathered nest.
A world as full of birds as
the minds of men.
When stoat weather took apart
the kakapo pen
...
The mind of man is nothing
but an aviary
the sodden book says
or so sang Richard Henry
in the company of
waterfalls, those thinnest
most radiant of men.
The roof over Richard Henry’s head
a roof of birds
and the ground beneath his feet
his lightly feathered nest.
A world as full of birds as
the minds of men.
When stoat weather took apart
the kakapo pen
...
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