The Sparrow

20 October 2010

The Sparrow 

by Ernest Angeles

A gallant day,

Of come what may,

There came the man and his sparrow,

In desert heat,

On blistered feet,

He speaks of love found, lost and followed.

 

Heart was weary--

Did not see me--

 Only by eyes of his sparrow,

            With eyes and beak,

            Not find but seek,

The love he swore to follow.

 

            On the east path,

            Blocking it sat,

A man with eyes of a sparrow,

            “Man,” said he,

            “Could you he be—

The man I am set to follow?”

            “Journey not yours

            of feet and oars,

But through the eyes of your sparrow,

            With it, flutter,”

            Man did utter,

To the path that you seek not follow.”