Father remembered the wild pigeons crowding</br>Beech groves, mast-rich. The flutter in boughs, the cloud</br>Darkening all, a hurricane circling and… - Donald Davidson

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

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About Donald Davidson

Donald Grady Davidson (August 8, 1893 – April 25, 1968) was a U.S. poet, essayist, social and literary critic, and author. He is best known as a founding member of the Nashville, Tennessee, circle of poets known as the Fugitives and of an overlapping group, the Southern Agrarians.

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For he has seen a road by healing waters</br>Hushed into wintry slate against the sand,</br>And spoken there with the wind's elfin daughters,</br>And mingled in their dusty saraband.</br></br>He has known winds that blow from blossomy closes,</br>Rich with the fruity smell of summertide,</br>And kissed warm faery lips... Now he reposes,</br>While we are not quite certain he has died.

The sky drips its spectral </br>And Gods, like men, to soot revert.</br>Gone is the mild, the serene air.</br>The golden years are come too late.</br>Pursue not wisdom or virtue here,</br>But what blind motion, what dim last</br>Regret of men who slew their past</br>Raised up this bribe against their fate.

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