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Nitoo Das, poem + photo

11/18/2012

3 Comments

 
How to Photograph an Oriental White-eye

Quiet. 
This is when I make 
a late entry, shushing things, 
hanging upside down 
from clusters of firebush 
red, nectar-mongering, 
singing-mocking, 
zooming between leaves, carrying this 
object around my neck. 
 
Quiet. 
This is when I alter 
shape. Turn minute 
to monitor green. Check 
to see eye to eye, the leaf 
with an eye. Aloof, 
mint-pinned, impatient 
millisecond of chirp 
and we are one. 
 
Quiet. 
This is when I crawl 
between shades of branches. 
The shudders say we are here, 
cross-haired and calm, aiming 
at the distinct tremolo, climbing, 
chanting silence, slylyslowly. 
The staring, all-seeing, white-rimmed eye 
waits for my finger and 
we are tricked 
by light: 
alert, in concert 
and full of wit. Quiet. 

Picture
3 Comments
Penni Blow
11/18/2012 11:31:17 am

i remain your admierer.

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Omar
11/18/2012 12:19:57 pm

quite soothin indeed, you can hear the bird singing

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al-gene
11/18/2012 12:49:44 pm

very nice

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