Down Among the Mallards
August 26, 2015Photo courtesy Gunter Hofer |
Introduction by Ted Kooser: Several years ago, Judith
Kitchen and I published an anthology of poems about birds, and since then I
keep finding ones I wished we’d known about at the time. Here’s one by Barbara
Ellen Sorensen, who lives in Colorado.
Pelican
Under warm New Mexico sun,
we watched the pelican place
himself down among the mallards
as if he had been there all along,
as if they were expecting the large,
cumbersome body, the ungainliness.
And he, sensing his own unsightly
appearance, tucked his head close
to his body and took on the smooth
insouciance of a swan.
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Poem copyright ©2013 by Barbara Ellen Sorensen from her most recent book of
poems Compositions of the Dead Playing Flutes, Able Muse Press, 2013.
Poem reprinted by permission of Barbara Ellen Sorensen and the publisher.
Introduction copyright ©2015 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction’s
author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry
to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited
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4 comments
...I like it. Captures the feel of the bird so well.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem friend. Hope you are having a good week.
ReplyDeleteKelly--Yes, I think so, too.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Debbie. Hope you're having a good week, too.
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