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Sunday, February 12, 2017

The 7 Days of CryAction 5: 716-794

by Nivalis70 (site)

Now from liquid fields
I soar to the atmosphere:
Who gives me wings
to cross the clouds
[720] and beat all birds?
May He by whom Man
was lifted lead me
in this stormy history
of flexible Fortune
who hosts tornados
snow and wind and fire
that shake the starlings.
Sky and sea were OK
woods and meadows green
[730] when Adonai asked
the struthia to take off
in the skythe storehouse
of humors that exhale
from our opaque orb
and they immediately
started to sing ’n’ fly.
If you were awake among
fish, among so many
songs will you sleep?
[740] Will you dare delay
the praise of our Provider
of food, whom we thank?
Twice a day, at dawn
and when the sun sets
and Orient fades off
they chant in chorus;
will now sunrise be silent
as well as twilight?
(Millet una notte,
[750] the bells welcoming
the mortals’ toils.)
Never! But the narrative
of Day Five follows.
Birds are re-formed fish,
swimming and winged
species are similar
in their natural tools:
they both cross currents
by feathers or fins
[760] twisting their tails
like oars and helms.
Fish however are fed
by wavering waves,
birds by stable soil;
therefore the former
didn’t develop the legs
the latter lean on.
Crocodiles that kill
along the Nile’s banks
[770] have lateral legs—
-ped” properly coming
from “pedon,” the soil.
While one ornithological
kind keeps carrying in
the air its fragile frame
insofar as it has no feet
as if meant by Nature
Jonathan-Livingston-like
an example to noble souls
[780] who only aim at heaven;
it looks like a swallow
and on rearing rocks
makes a muddy nest
with a narrow entrance,
Greeks call it “kypselos.
Others do have toes but
are unable to attack
and capture their preys
in the air. Among these
[790] the nimble swallow
that hunts by flying low
and grazing the ground;
and Riparia that recalls
the grassy river banks.

(to be continued on Feb. 19)