I've discovered Gerard Manley Hopkins feels the same way I do about thrushes. He very kindly wrote me some thrush-themed lines of poetry 120 years or so in advance to go along with my book, Thrushbeard.
Here it is, an excerpt from "Spring," by Hopkins:
"Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing..."
Here it is, an excerpt from "Spring," by Hopkins:
"Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing..."
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