The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,
The maddest noise that grows, –
The birds, they make it in the spring,
At night’s delicious close.
– Emily Dickinson
“. . . night’s delicious close.”
Wednesday, April 24, 2019 by lifeonthecutoff
12 Responses
Leave a Reply
A few of my favorite blogs
Words from the Cutoff
Categories
- Adventure
- architecture
- Arts and Crafts
- Books
- brittle
- Charitable
- Children's books
- Decorating
- etal
- Family and friends
- Famous and infamous
- Folklore
- Food
- Ford Treasury Cookbooks
- Gardening
- health issues
- Historical
- Holidays
- Just for fun
- movies
- music
- Nature/animals
- Poetry
- Quotes
- Radio
- Route 66
- Sayings & Addages
- Short stories
- Television
- weather
Brittle – A companion post to Lifeonthecutoff: Brittle
Visit me on Facebook
-
Join 972 other followers
Lifeonthecutoff's Blog 
It’s morning here in Germany and I am listening to the birds chirping. Thank you for this beautiful poem Penny.
LikeLike
You are very welcome, Gerlinde. I hope you will enjoy them there in Germany again and again – and then back home.
LikeLike
This makes a person stop and listen.
I’m still waiting to hear the cuckoo this Spring – something I’ve heard every Spring since moving here and never heard before moving to Ireland other than in a clock! He/she is late.
LikeLike
I know. I happened upon the poem after hearing the birds “at nights delicious close”? Today, it was early in the morning.:)
I recall your mention of the cuckoo . Perhaps you will hear it soon. 🙂
LikeLike
There have been some delicious and raucous sounds coming from our garden areas, too, Penny. The birds are happy and hungry! Love this poem, my friend. Hope you are well!
LikeLike
Oh, Debra – I can only imagine in your little bit of paradise. There are several nests around, in rather precarious spots (like the back door) – and I love it. I am doing well, my friend, and hope you are too.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Isn’t this a wonderful time of year, Penny? The funny thing for us, however, is that we had more rain again last night. Even now, mid-afternoon, it’s dark and cloudy and looks like it could unload again. This is so strange and unusual, but I’m loving it. And some of the more colorful migrating species are moving through the feeders. I usually don’t see them much after May, but it’s so nice to see them visiting. 🙂
LikeLike
It is, indeed, a wonderful time of year, Debra, although this year has been rather odd hereabouts. This weekend we had more snow – after 80 degree temps! Most of the blooming spring plants have survived, thankfully, and we’ve had more sightings of eagles lately.
A nest at the back door – that could be tricky. Keep us posted. 🙂
LikeLike
I could have sworn I heard a loon one evening. Never hear them in Illinois. I had a flashback to my time in Minnesota last summer.
LikeLike
Wow! I don’t recall ever hear them here in Illinois, although they are probably in the sloughs near me. I’d love to hear them one evening, L. Marie. Hope you hear them again (after this snow melts ugh).
LikeLike
Lovely poem, thank you Penny.
LikeLike
You are very welcome, Juliet.
LikeLike