Donald Davidson (poet) Quote

Father remembered the wild pigeons crowding
Beech groves, mast-rich. The flutter in boughs, the cloud
Darkening all, a hurricane circling and surging.
Eye lost count, ear could not measure sound.
Mind hurled measureless with them, feathered the sky.


The Horde


Father remembered the wild pigeons crowding Beech groves, mast-rich. The flutter in boughs, the cloud Darkening all, a hurricane circling and...

Father remembered the wild pigeons crowding Beech groves, mast-rich. The flutter in boughs, the cloud Darkening all, a hurricane circling and...

Father remembered the wild pigeons crowding Beech groves, mast-rich. The flutter in boughs, the cloud Darkening all, a hurricane circling and...

Father remembered the wild pigeons crowding Beech groves, mast-rich. The flutter in boughs, the cloud Darkening all, a hurricane circling and...