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  1. The comparison between a human body and a bird body continues. The speaker describes a process in which “your bones” become emptied of all material and end up “hollow,” like a bird. The process of emptying one’s own body of this excess matter allows one to lift up “like a balloon” at each breath. Lines 5-8

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  2. Jun 10, 2019 · Here are ten of the very best poems about the body, and bodies. 1. John Donne, ‘ The Ecstasy ’. A truly ‘ecstatic’ experience is always, to some extent, an out-of-body experience. Donne’s poem, then, is about the separation of the body and soul, which is immediately odd, since elsewhere his poetry explores the idea that the soul and ...

  3. The poem also reflects the time period in which it was written, the 1950s, when there was a growing interest in the natural world and a fascination with the unknown. Swenson's poem captures this fascination by presenting a fresh and imaginative perspective on the ordinary experience of flight. Like (1) Likes: Jeremy Ephe.

  4. The bird has his meal and gets a drink of water, hops to the wall, and allows a beetle to pass. The meal is an angleworm, which the poet calls a “fellow,” and the beetle seems to be on ...

  5. The Bird. The bird is the poem’s central symbol, representing the natural world in both its prosaic elements and in its beauties. The bird’s instinctive behavior makes it clear that it is an animal, one that can bite a worm “in halves” and then eat “the fellow, raw” (Lines 3-4) without much ado. Nevertheless, the bird also behaves ...

  6. A Bird, came down the Walk’ is a beautifully written poem that picturizes the encounter of the poet with a bird in a garden. In the poem, the poet comes across a bird on the walk that feasts on a worm, quenches his thirst by drinking dew from the grass, and moves aside to let a beetle pass. The poet notices each and every action of the bird.

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  8. Nov 25, 2017 · “The Bird,” by Victor Hugo. Be like the bird, who Pausing in his flight On limb too slight Feels it give way beneath him Yet sings Knowing he has wings. I haven’t been able to discover who did the translation, but it’s brilliant: keeps the order (“wings” at the very end) and has a rhyme scheme that’s different, but still lovely.

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