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When birds are murdered
ОглавлениеWhen birds are murdered I begin to cry.
When lions tear at jackals it seems right.
But songbirds—what did they do? So when I
Behold one slaughtered, life is not as bright—
It seems as if a great debt must be paid,
That something big is owed now that the breast
From which came songs to God is gravely laid
Silent in earth. But from what treasure chest
Are coins of gold enough that they would end
An obligation sense such as I know
Because the bird I thought of as my friend
Is slain and drips red droplets on the snow?
A murdered bird is like a murdered soul—
Like diamonds one has smeared with pitch and coal.