of birdsong opens among the noises
of motors and breakfasts.
Among the light's beginnings,
lifting broken gray of the night's
end, the bird hastens to his song
as to a place, a room commenced
at the end of sleep. Around
him his singing is entire.
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by Wendell Berry, 1964
