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Spring And Not One Singing Bird Sestina Variation

Jenene Ravesloot

Spring and not one singing bird—
reader, the future is a naked branch.
How can I help you?
The receiver of this poem will hear nothing,
just a certain calmness, like after a suicide,
but before the corpse has been cut down.

Before the corpse has been cut down—
spring and not one bird.
The air is calm after a suicide.
Reader, the future is a naked branch.
You will hear nothing.
How can I help you?

I don’t think I can help you.
Before the corpse has been cut down,
you will hear nothing. Nothing,
not even one singing bird.
Reader, the future is a naked branch,
everything will be calm, like after a suicide.

Everything will be calm, like after a suicide.
I doubt that I will ever be able to help you
because the future is a naked branch
and the corpse has not been cut down.
It is spring and not one bird.
You will hear nothing.

You will hear nothing,
just a certain calmness, like after a suicide.
You won’t see one bird.
I will not be able to help you.
The corpse has not been cut down.
The future is a naked branch.

No future—just a naked branch.
The receiver of this poem will hear nothing
before the corpse has been cut down—
just a certain calmness like after a suicide.
I will never be able to help you.
It is spring. There isn’t one singing bird.

No one can help you. The corpse hasn’t been cut down.
It is spring and not one bird, just silence like after a suicide.
The future is a naked branch. You will hear nothing.



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