Blackbirds

Blackbirds

by Julie Cadwallader Staub

I am 52 years old, and have spent
truly the better part
of my life out-of-doors
but yesterday I heard a new sound above my head
a rustling, ruffling quietness in the spring air

and when I turned my face upward
I saw a flock of blackbirds
rounding a curve I didn’t know was there
and the sound was simply all those wings
just feathers against air, against gravity
and such a beautiful winning
the whole flock taking a long, wide turn
as if of one body and one mind.

How do they do that?

Oh if we lived only in human society
with its cruelty and fear
its apathy and exhaustion
what a puny existence that would be

but instead we live and move and have our being
here, in this curving and soaring world
so that when, every now and then, mercy and tenderness triumph in our lives
and when, even more rarely, we manage to unite and move together
toward a common good,

and can think to ourselves:

ah yes, this is how it’s meant to be.

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Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right

Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right

by Bob Dylan

Well,It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don’t know by now
And It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It will never do anyhow
When your roosters a crowin at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I’ll be gone
You’re the reason why I’m trav’lin’ on
But,Don’t think twice, it’s all right
An’ it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
The light I never knowed
An’ it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
I’m on the dark side of the road
But I wish there was somethin’ I could do or say
To try and make you change your mind and stay
We never did too much talkin’ anyway
But don’t think twice, it’s all right
Well,It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
Like you never done before
It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
I can’t hear you any more
I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ walkin down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I’m told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don’t think twice, it’s all right
So long honey babe
Where I’m bound,I can not tell
But goodbye’s too good a word, gal
So I’ll just kinda say fare thee well
Now I’m not sayin’ that you treated me unkind
You could have done alot better but I don’t mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don’t think twice, it’s all right

A Morning In Autumn

A Morning In Autumn

by W.S. Merwin
Here late into September
I can sit with the windows
of the stone room swung open
to the plum branches still green
above the two fields bare now
fresh-plowed under the walnuts
and watch the screen of ash trees
and the river below them

and listen to the hawk’s cry
over the misted valley
beyond the shoulder of woods
and to lambs in a pasture
on the slope and a chaffinch
somewhere down in the sloe hedge
and silence from the village
behind me and from the years

and can hear the light rain come
the note of each drop playing
into the stone by the sill
I come slowly to hearing
then all at once too quickly
for surprise I hear something
and think I remember it
and will know it afterward

in a few days I will be
a year older one more year
a year farther and nearer
and with no sound from there on
mute as the native country
that was never there again
now I hear walnuts falling
in the country I came to