Gerrit Achterberg: Blackbird
The morning blackbird gargles
cupfuls of bitter wine
dream that grows grainy with pain
in the throats of birds
because the day must be;
because the great whole
darkness can no longer remain closed.
Published 1944; tr. Cliff Crego. Achterberg, frequently unstable, was released from a mental asylum the year before this poem was written.
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