Friday, November 11, 2005

Redbirds by Sara Teasdale

Redbirds, redbirds,
Long and long ago,
What a honey-call you had
In hills I used to know;

Redbud, buckberry,
Wild plum-tree
And proud river sweeping
Southward to the sea,

Brown and gold in the sun
Sparkling far below,
Trailing stately round her bluffs
Where the poplars grow --

Redbirds, redbirds,
Are you singing still
As you sang one May day
On Saxton's Hill?


This poem caught my attention because of its cool sound devices and colorful imagery. it is also so simple it almost seems like it should be lyrics to a pop song. I think it is interesting that only the second and fourth lines in each stanza rhyme, so that it is a abcb rhyme scheme, giving it some structure, but not too much. There are a lot of warm, fallish colors, but I'm not sure of the significance of it. It seems like the speaker first praises the redbird for its beautiful singing, then allows the reader to see through the eyes of the redbird from the plum tree and in the sky. At this point, the redbird has flown away, and the speaker wonders if the redbird still sings. I think this poem is beautiful in its simplicity, even if it doesn't have much of a point.

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