The world begins again! <br />Not wholly insufflated <br />the blackbirds in the rain <br />upon the dead topbranches <br />of the living tree, <br />stuck fast to the low clouds, <br />notate the dawn. <br />Their shrill cries sound <br />announcing appetite <br />and drop among the bending roses <br />and the dripping grass.<br /><br />William Carlos Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-birds/
