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"A gold-feathered bird
Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
Without human feeling, a foreign song.You know then that it is not the reason
That makes us happy or unhappy.
The bird sings. Its feathers shine."#TodaysPoem #poetry @poetry
Of Mere Being by Wallace Stevens from The Palm at the End of the Mind (1971 Alfred A. Knopf) https://tinyurl.com/hafswuc5