the return

P1090339For some reason, I thought of Ezra Pound’s beautiful early poem “The Return” this morning when I saw that the chickadees have returned for a winter of suet and seed.

See, they return; ah, see the tentative
Movements, and the slow feet,
The trouble in the pace and the uncertain
Wavering!

The wavering in this instance is old glass — the window over our kitchen sink came from a house where we lived in North Vancouver before we built this house in the early 1980s. That house was in the process of being demolished and we were allowed to take windows dating from the early 20th c., some still with their wavy glass intact. Looking through them, the world shifts, you lose your perspective for a moment, and the leaves on the rose around the window turn into chickadees.

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~ by theresakishkan on November 29, 2013.

2 Responses to “the return”

  1. Welcome home, Theresa. Thanks for taking us with you on your journey.

  2. Thanks, Beth! The sun has just come out and I’m listening to Joni Mitchell read a poem about rain on the CBC. A lovely moment.

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