Query I asked the birds who sing at night where they learned their songs, and what they sang about. They said, We learn from birds who sing by day, but what we sing about is hard for us to say. Only those with beak and wing can fathom joy in dark and doubt. The sky may turn to evening and the sun to moon, but we sing of what you do not speak - how night is sometimes noon, how any season of the soul can, with time, be coaxed to spring. ~ Jean Burden ~ (Poetry, Fall 2002)
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