Pigeons perch, strut and swoop,
mimicking the violinists’ strokes,
wheeling and soaring with the notes.
One bird struggles in a snare of woe,
strong wingbeats failing to evade
the weight of gloom, preening
a wounded wing, to strive again,
almost rising, broken-winged,
decrescendo, diminuendo.


Poème Op. 25 by Ernest Chausson


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