Monday Musings:: The Withering of the Boughs

Monday Musings is a new feature at The Metropolitan Field Guide which will offer one of my photographs along with a poem or a quote relating to some aspect of natural history. The following poem is from one of my favorite poets, William Butler Yeats.

The Withering of the Boughs

William Butler Yeats

I cried when the moon was mutmuring to the birds:
‘Let peewit call and curlew cry where they will,
I long for your merry and tender and pitiful words,
For the roads are unending, and there is no place to my mind.’
The honey-pale moon lay low on the sleepy hill,
And I fell…

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Monday Musings

Monday Musings is a new feature at The Metropolitan Field Guide which will offer one of my photographs along with a poem or a quote relating to some aspect of natural history. For the inaugural edition, this is a poem by John Clare, an English poet from the 1800’s who was known at the time as ¬†“the¬†Northamptonshire¬†Peasant Poet” although he felt he didn’t belong among the peasants.

Insects

These tiny loiterers on the barley’s beard,
And happy units of a numerous herd
Of playfellows, the laughing Summer brings,
Mocking the sunshine on their glittering wings,
How merrily they creep, and run, and fly!
No…

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