Forough Farrokhzad’s iconic, widely quoted poem (Rebirth, 1962) . . The Bird May Die I feel sad, I feel blue. I go outside and rub my cold fingers- on the sleek shell of the silent night. I see that all lights of contact are dark, All routes to relate us- are blocked. Nobody will introduce me to the sun, Nobody will take me- to the gathering of doves. Keep the flight in mind! The bird may die. . . (my translation, September 2006, Montreal) . by: Persian Poetry in English
A Wren flew into my house today, I am reminded of Celt bird lore...a Wren is an embodiment of the divine feminine, but was oddly known as the 'king' of birds due to her immense singing voice. Due to this, she was beloved by Bards and thought to inspire joy, light heartedness, and creativity in all it's forms...message received and understood!!
Oh, absolutely! That is one quality that most people lack (but when I find it in another human, I'm instantly attracted and intrigued): The capacity to see value in smaller, and widely misunderstood, lifeforms. In other words, bugs/insects/arachnids are neat.
69. Birds-of-paradise: Known as the 'birds of the gods' by Mollucan islanders, it was believed that these extraordinary creatures had no legs and so could never land. Read more in 100 Bizarre Animals www.bradtguides.com