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Robyn Sarah


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A city sparrow
touches down
on a bare branch

in the fork of a tree
through whose arms
the snow is sifting--

swipes his beak
against wood, this side
then that,

and flies away:
what sight
could be more common?

Yet I think
for such sights alone
I would live to ninety.


© Robyn Sarah, from her collection, Questions About the Stars (1998). 
Reprinted with permission.

 

 

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Robyn Sarah was born in New York City to Canadian parents. She wrote and enjoyed poetry as a child and is now the author of ten poetry collections, two collections of short stories, and a book of essays on poetry. Robyn is the poetry editor for Cormorant Books in Toronto, and lives with her husband in Montreal. Her most recent poetry collection, My Shoes Are Killing Me (2015), won the Governor General’s Award for poetry last year— one of Canada’s highest literary honors. A retrospective, Wherever We Mean to Be:  Selected Poems, 1975-2015, is scheduled for publication next fall.

 

 

 

 

 


Post New Comment:
Lori Levy:
Short and simple, but powerful.
Posted 12/15/2016 08:26 PM
transitions:
Lovely. Yes...
Posted 12/15/2016 11:21 AM
MichaelB:
Lovely. It will go into my personal anthology! Michael B
Posted 12/15/2016 10:31 AM
Larry Schug:
Perfect! Your poem speaks to me as a human being as well as a poet.
Posted 12/15/2016 10:29 AM
Caro70:
A beautiful reminder to celebrate the common!
Posted 12/15/2016 10:10 AM
Sarah Russell:
Yes!
Posted 12/15/2016 09:29 AM
Michael:
Dear Robyn, I love this simple, yet, profound poem. Thank you.
Posted 12/15/2016 08:50 AM
Glen Sorestad:
A beautiful morning offering this cold winter day, Robyn. Thanks so much.
Posted 12/15/2016 07:19 AM
David:
Elegant and uplifting.
Posted 12/15/2016 06:31 AM
Jean Colonomos:
Jean Such a graceful, delightful poem. Thank you.
Posted 12/15/2016 06:16 AM
blueskies:
Reflection in verse at its finest! Thanks Robyn
Posted 12/15/2016 05:31 AM
Katrina:
To live to ninety - to see more such sights, or because after eighty you may have forgotten those already seen - I do not know, but I like the image of the sparrow in the suburbs.
Posted 12/15/2016 03:29 AM
hannegault@gmail.com:
Very nice
Posted 12/15/2016 02:35 AM


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