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The world is blood-hot and personal Dawn says. —Sylvia Plath, “Totem” . Look at this early-morning flock of scraggly titmice, five or six birdlets hen-flocked along the bare branches, feathers blown inside out in the March wind, even crests blown sideways, but every dime-weight body as firm on its feet as Ozymandias. Their world is two feet clinging to a twig, blood racing against cold, blood skittering in pinprick veins. The world is personal, Dawn says. And what heart-scalded person would think otherwise, what battered bird would choose any other fate than bird?
Copyright 2022 Dawn Potter
Dawn Potter directs the Frost Place Conference on Poetry and Teaching, held each summer at Robert Frost’s home in Franconia, New Hampshire. Her many books include Accidental Hymn (Deerbrook, 2022).