tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6410615559824660051.post6042566014843398591..comments2023-10-18T05:31:21.249-07:00Comments on Peregrinations: An Apple a DayRick Gerhardthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10478878021692544533noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6410615559824660051.post-77476399122835907302007-02-24T11:12:00.000-08:002007-02-24T11:12:00.000-08:00Our juniper tree was full of robins (I think--red ...Our juniper tree was full of robins (I think--red chest and brownish back feathers). They appeared to be eating the juniper berries--is that a part of their diet? I thought birds ate worms and insects.<BR/><BR/>By the way, that is a beautiful poemAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6410615559824660051.post-48325026966639593842007-02-16T12:16:00.000-08:002007-02-16T12:16:00.000-08:00My son, Nathan, took the picture.My son, Nathan, took the picture.Rick Gerhardthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10478878021692544533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6410615559824660051.post-24104379859042438912007-02-16T10:26:00.000-08:002007-02-16T10:26:00.000-08:00who took the picturewho took the pictureAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6410615559824660051.post-41955253597446601262007-02-15T21:41:00.000-08:002007-02-15T21:41:00.000-08:00"At once a voice arose amongThe bleak twigs overhe..."At once a voice arose among<BR/>The bleak twigs overhead<BR/>In a full-hearted evensong<BR/>Of joy illimited;<BR/>An aged thrush, frail, gaunt and small,<BR/>In blast-beruffled plume,<BR/>Had chosen thus to fling his soul<BR/>Upon the growing gloom.<BR/><BR/>So little cause for carolings<BR/>Of such ecstatic sound<BR/>Was written on terrestrial things<BR/>Afar or nigh around,<BR/>That I could think there trembled through<BR/>His happy good-night air<BR/>Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew<BR/>And I was unaware."<BR/><BR/>Thomas Hardy, The Darkling Thrush,<BR/>Stanzas 3 & 4.<BR/><BR/>This is one of my favorite poems, and I have attempted to imitate it on occasion, always unsuccessfully. The poem tells of the end of one age and the beginning of another, with the thrush the harbinger of the world to come. It is dated "31st December 1900."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com