The students drowsed and drowned
in the teacher's ponderous monotone
Limp bodies looping in the wordy heat
Melted and run together, desks and flesh as one
swooning and swimming in a sea of drone.
Each one asleep, swayed and vaguely drifted
With lidding eyes and lolling, weighted heads
Was caught on heavy waves and dimly lifted,
Sunk slowly, ears ringing, in the syrup of his sound,
Or borne from the room on a heaving wilderness of bed.
And then, on a sudden, a bird’s cool voice
Punched out song. Crisp and spare
On the startled air,
Break-beamed
Or idly tossed,
Each note gleamed
Like a bead of frost.
A bird’s cool voice from a neighbor tree
With five clear calls- mere grains of sound
Rare and neat
Repeated twice
But they sprang the heat
Like drops of ice.
Ears ******, before the comment ran
Fading and chuckling where a wattle stirred,
The students wondered how they could have heard
Such dreary monotones from a man,
Such wisdom from a bird.
2006-07-16
04:34:06
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SadafY
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