The Dipper

By Kathleen Jamie b. 1962 Kathleen Jamie
It was winter, near freezing,   
I'd walked through a forest of firs   
when I saw issue out of the waterfall   
a solitary bird.   

It lit on a damp rock,   
and, as water swept stupidly on,   
wrung from its own throat   
supple, undammable song.   

It isn't mine to give.   
I can't coax this bird to my hand   
that knows the depth of the river   
yet sings of it on land.

Source: Poetry (June 2004).


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Poet Kathleen Jamie b. 1962


Subjects Landscapes & Pastorals, Winter, Nature, Animals

Poetic Terms Rhymed Stanza