Great moment, Raphael
As a kind of aside, I have to say how much I love British birdsong. Where I live in America, our birds mostly murmur a garbled song or let out one lone "tweet" at a time--as if they were shouting "hey!" and not much more. There are few birdie opera stars here in Eastern Washington! We have robins in America, but the American robin is much larger than the British bird and its song doesn't capture you and compel you to stand and listen.
I was literally stopped in my tracks, transfixed by the most beautiful birdsong I'd ever heard. I sought high and low and soon found myself staring up at the top of a streetlight where a tiny little robin was singing his heart out against the dull, gray sky. It was at *that* moment that I fully understood why British poets were always writing about birds! I'd never heard anything that so took me out of myself as that birdsong.
[banned member] wrote:Like I said Raphael...fate? Your thread got me thinking. I remember talking to my father years ago as we watched a speedy little wren nipping in and out of the bushes at the bottom of the garden. In days gone by I'm sure it was believed that the wren was a female robin, and I wonder if this gave rise to the old ditty "The Robin and Wren; God's c**k and hen", or even vice versa? Although this next piece of reportage certainly isn't Keatsian, I've got to get it off my chest. Some summers ago up at Lancaster, I was walking along and was transfixed by the most beautiful red butterfly I've ever seen. It was small/medium and of a red that is impossible to do justice to with words (I still can't find a red to correspond with its metallic brilliance - it was a bright summer's day). I couldn't resist following this light-filled extravagance - needless to say, every time I came close off he/she floated again. I remember a young woman looking at me - God knows what she was thinking. Now a while ago I searched for information regarding small, extremely brilliant red butterflies in the British Isles and came up with nothing. I wonder if there are any lepidopterists floating about the Forum who could put me out of my misery? Sorry for rambling off topic somewhat Raphael.
BrokenLyre wrote:And in the right time in the summer they will fill the air. (In the morning, they are so loud however, that it's hard to sleep!).
I love it when they tweet loudly- I love to lie in bed listening to them!
So, my little project in 3rd grade actually got me focused on birdsong. Which prepared me for "Nightingale" poem in high school, which....well you know....
How come the word c**k has been asteriked? I have seen intentionally very rude words on forums before and this is a scientific word! What about Great Tit? Can one say that? I love these little birds- I see them all the time and feed them outside my home.
Was the butterfly you saw very small and did it have some black edging/stripes on it? I saw one like this last year and it was a very vivid red as you describe- and no I have been unable to find out what it is either. It was not a moth- I know the difference. I adore butterflies- they are utterly magical. I have had them sit on my hand as well. Their little feet are so cute.
It's not so far off topic Peter- Junkets loved butterflies!
[banned member] wrote:In his (in)famous "Conclusion" Pater writes: "Every moment some form grows perfect in hand or face; some tone on the hills or the sea is choicer than the rest...for that moment only." (I think this piece of writing is force-fed most 2nd/3rd year undergrads.) I was sitting in the 'History of Lit-Crit' lecture with a very good friend as our lecturer read these very lines. The lecturer, replete with Proustian moustache, paused, and, smiling wistfully, simply looked up and away from his lectern for a moment. Just a moment.
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