Bird at the Window

By Sophie Cabot Black b. 1958
Beyond is a brightness
I am not equal to

Yet what I see   
Turns into what I want,

And to bring nothing but this body
To pass through

The one thing between   
Myself and what I crave,

Almost done, the world a ruin   
Of leaves, winter at the throat,

My song over and over until   
So familiar I can do

What I am about to do
While you who rise from the table

And walk from room to room
Will remember only the sound

Of what cast herself through
All that glass, instead of the song

That was sung until finally
You would ask to know more.

Source: Poetry (June 2008).

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This poem originally appeared in the June 2008 issue of Poetry magazine

June 2008
 Sophie Cabot Black

Biography

Raised on a small New England farm, poet Sophie Cabot Black received a BA from Marlboro College and an MFA from Columbia University. Black’s collections of poetry include The Misunderstanding of Nature (1994), which won the Poetry Society of America’s Norma Farber First Book Award, and The Descent (2004), which won the Connecticut Book Award. Black’s lyrical poems are both revelatory and elusive, exploring a landscape sharpened . . .

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Poem Categorization

SUBJECT Living, Relationships, Nature, Animals

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

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