In a pine tree,
A few yards away from my window sill,
A brilliant blue jay is springing up and down, up and down,
On a branch.
I laugh, as I see him abandon himself
To entire delight, for he knows as well as I do
That the branch will not break.
-- James Wright
This short poem furnished the title of Wright’s 1963 collection, The Branch Will Not Break, sometimes considered his best book, and certainly the one that blew me away in college. This lovely little poem, poignant now, nearly an elegy.
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