The Red Robin's
A Poem from the Book:
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When the Red Robin perches
On the top of the Pomegranate Tree
I know that it has for me
A happy message from you,
And I listen with delight.
Each drop of its song
Is a paradisal spring in the air.
I drink it with faith,
And forget the promises
Written on my bewildered soul with fire:
Promises of the hopeless dreamers
Who spoke through the ages
of false darkness
About happiness in the Other World.
I believe in every word
Of the Red Robin's Gospel,
From the top of the Mount Pomegranate,
Sitting under the holy Sun,
The small bird
Gazes over the serene sea of grass,
And sings its universal words,
And in them I hear you
Talking clearly to me
Without Gabriel standing between us.
Your message has never been written,
So it cannot be read by eyes.
Moment by moment
Your Word is the re-creation of life,
And the gift of reading it
Is here in my heart,
Linked through all the galaxies
To the tiny heart of the Red Robin,
Sitting on the top
of the Pomegranate Tree.
"Of Birds and Men"
Copyright© 1998 K. Kianush, Art Arena