Nov 22, 2015
A man saw a bird and found him beautiful. The bird had a song inside him, and feathers. Sometimes the man felt like the bird and sometimes the man felt like a stone - solid, inevitable - but mostly he felt like a bird, or that there was a bird inside him, or that something inside him was like a bird fluttering. This went on for a long time.
Richard Siken, "the language of the birds (1)", the War of the Foxes