Robert Wrigley

To the Man

The London Magazine - - CONTENTS -

I was a song­bird, one of the kind whose name I do not know, plain of plumage but with a melo­di­ous,

many-noted song. I was on the deer bone perch out­side the win­dow, and it seemed I was singing to my­self,

in­side, that I was watch­ing my­self singing, and that I was hear­ing my­self singing to the man I was,

as though I were the bird and not the man I would be when I woke and for­got, as I al­ways do, and which I did.

Al­though now I am con­vinced this is the true ac­count of my­self as a bird alighted on the perch that is the rib

of a deer, seem­ing to sing for the man I would have to be yet again, when this too would end.

Newspapers in English

Newspapers from UK

© PressReader. All rights reserved.