A Black Bird Suddenly

Joseph Auslander (1897 - )


 
Heaven is in my hand, and I
Touch a heart-bat of th sky,
Hearing a black bird's cry.

Strange, beautiful, unquiet thing,
Lone flute of God, how can you sing
Winter to spiring?

You have out-distanced every voice and word,
And given my spirit wings until it stirred
Like you -- -- -- a bird!

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