Summer 2008 • Vol. XXX No. 3 Poetry |

Song of the Indigo Bunting

"Fire fire! Where where? Here here." Blue: three down-curved dark blue yellow-throated sepals and three upright narrower blue petals, swamp flag, flame shape from the grave beside the river. Listen: indigo bunting, blue with black wings soon to carry him all night on the gulf wind to the island. "Fire fire!" he keeps singing, song learned in another world: "Where where?" And if he cannot see the stars he sickens. Depth of a bell rung after sunset. Blue, in the eye where joy veers into sadness, veers, and deepens. Red tide in the surf at midnight, blue with luminescence, ocean turning over in the mind a question. And in the master's palm the yellow of an egg, still perfect, to be spilled into the powder of crushed lapis put to heaven with small brushstrokes: blue, beyond the schizophreniform wild hairdo of the Baptist. Where? Where in death is the soul? Dawn, where the Seven Sisters swim and vanish. Hind wing of a swallowtail. Subterranean blue crystal tears of copper. Here, amo

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