Tuesday, May 4, 2010

"Blackbirds" by Julie Cadwallader Staub



Blackbirds


I am 52 years old, and have spent
truly the better part
of my life out-of-doors
but yesterday I heard a new sound above my head
a rustling, ruffling quietness in the spring air

and when I turned my face upward
I saw a flock of blackbirds
rounding a curve I didn't know was there
and the sound was simply all those wings
just feathers against air, against gravity
and such a beautiful winning
the whole flock taking a long, wide turn
as if of one body and one mind.

How do they do that?

Oh if we lived only in human society
with its cruelty and fear
its apathy and exhaustion
what a puny existence that would be

but instead we live and move and have our being
here, in this curving and soaring world
so that when, every now and then, mercy and tenderness triumph in our lives
and when, even more rarely, we manage to unite and move together
toward a common good,

and can think to ourselves:

ah yes, this is how it's meant to be.

----- by Julie Cadwallader Staub

(Betty's Note: My apologies to those bird people who know the photo is not of a blackbird! It's the closest I could get!)

31 comments:

JennyMac said...

Beautifully written Betty!

Madi and Mom said...

Betty when you put pen to paper, or in this case fingers to keys, it is always beautiful...
Madi and Mom

ModernMom said...

So beautifully written! One to ponder!

Old Kitty said...

Awww!

It's a bird, it's black. It's a blackbird!

:-)

I love this poem - thank you for sharing it here. I like the soarind sentiment of flying high and above and reaching for the skies always looking upwards and onwards!

Take care
x

Kitty Moore said...

It's a beautiful photo and an even more beautiful poem (loved the sentiment behind it)

Joe Cap said...

I think that may be actually a Brewer's Blackbird, or possibly a Grackle...either way, yes, that is a Blackbird!

Talli Roland said...

I wouldn't have known it's not a blackbird, but it doesn't matter anyway. The poem and the photo are simply gorgeous. Thanks!

RawknRobynsGoneBlogWild said...

It's a beauty of a bird nonetheless.
Cheers,
Robyn

Tracie said...

All I can think of is The Beatles song. One of my favorites.

The Empress said...

You know what? It works as a blackbird for me...

Copyboy said...

Don't care what type of bird that is, it's very cute. Cheers me up.

Lindzena said...

Ha, oh yes they are beautiful. Until they all land in your yard, make a huge mess, and utterly freak out your dog. Or if you have recently watched Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds. But still, amazing. :)

Kazzy said...

A world with just humans? Ugh. How dreary!

Great little piece. Thanks.

Crystal Cook said...

Love that Betty! And you know I don't think I've ever seen a real, live black bird before. Cool picture!

Marlene said...

Animals are necessary in my world. :) (Spiders, not so much.)

Anything Fits a Naked Man said...

I'm with Ms. Staub, that IS how it's meant to be! Thanks for the post, Betty!

Aging Mommy said...

You find some lovely poems to post Betty - I really like this one.

Joann Mannix said...

I think this perhaps is my favorite poem so far. It truly exemplifies the beauty we see in the ordinary and it usually takes us half our life to realize that the beauty is all around us, every single day.

Ms. Anthropy said...

Love...

even more rarely, we manage to unite and move together
toward a common good,

and can think to ourselves:

ah yes, this is how it's meant to be

Pearl said...

I do love the birdies!

Pearl

ASBLACKASOBAMA said...

Beautiful Betty!

Ally said...

lovely betty! i missed you! i've been crazy busy freelance writing and am trying to keep up with my blog reading, commenting and posting!

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Ann said...

Since that was so beautiful I'll overlook the fact that it wasn't a blackbird in the picture.

Carolina Valdez Miller said...

Such vivid imagery, and rather profound. How beautiful it would be to be able to soar above all our drudgery and exhaustion, moving towards a common good. Nicely done.

Theresa Milstein said...

I just love this poem. Thanks for posting it.

Piedmont Writer said...

Gorgeous poetry! Simply gorgeous.

And I think it's a starling, but it's a bird and it's black so it's a blackbird.

The best sound from above I've ever heard was from swans lifting off a pond.

The Chicken's Consigliere said...

Hi BB-It's magic when you have one of these moments; when you are really, truly present, and you become aware of something-some smell or some sound, some visual, that you would never have noticed otherwise and you feel blessed for having noticed it. My goal in life is to have more of those moments. I've noticed you seem to have a lot of them and I think you are the type that remembers to count your blessings. I admire that.

Alyssa said...

Thank you for this beautiful post and poem. My daughter has become fascinated with identifying birds and watching their behavior. Her curiosity has peaked my own. The picture is about as close as we've gotten to seeing a blackbird! The freedom of flight is marvelous to ponder.

sherri said...

:)!

Betty Manousos:cutand-dry.blogspot.com said...

What a beautiful poem!
Lovely pic of a blackbidrd
xx

Tracy said...

It's a good picture nonetheless!