Ursula K. Le Guin

Learning the Name

for Bette

The wood thrush, it is! Now I know
who sings that clear arpeggio,
three far notes weaving
into the evening
among leaves
          and shadow;
 
or at dawn in the woods, I’ve heard
the sweet ascending triple word
echoing over
the silent river—
but never
          seen the bird.
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