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
Wednesday, April 24, 2019 by lifeonthecutoff
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
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Itβs morning here in Germany and I am listening to the birds chirping. Thank you for this beautiful poem Penny.
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You are very welcome, Gerlinde. I hope you will enjoy them there in Germany again and again – and then back home.
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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.
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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. π
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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!
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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.
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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. π
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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. π
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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.
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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).
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Lovely poem, thank you Penny.
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You are very welcome, Juliet.
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