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Brian Patten wrote a poem, ostensibly about a song bird. The bird's song was more public than that of my bird, and therefore Patten is able to link the personal with the social.
· How readily do you listen to your spirit?
· To what extent do you allow your spirit to speak in unusual or even inconvenient places?
· How eagerly do you encourage your spirit to sing?
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At the very beginning of an
important symphony,
while the rich and famous were settling into their quietly expensive boxes,
a man came crashing through the crowds,
carrying in his hand a cage in which
the rightful owner of the music sat,
yellow and tiny and very poor;
and taking onto the rostrum this rather timid bird
he turned up the microphones, and it sang.
'A very original beginning to the evening,'
said the crowds,
quietly glancing at their programmes to find
the significance of the intrusion.
Meanwhile at the box office the organisers
of the evening
were arranging for small and uniformed attendants
to evict, even forcefully, the intruders.
But as the attendants, poor and gathered from the nearby
slums at little expense,
went rushing down the aisles to do their job
they heard, above the coughing and irritable rattle of jewels,
a sound that filled their heads with light,
and from somewhere inside them there bubbled up a stream,
and there came a breeze on which their youth was carried.
How sweetly the bird sang!
And though soon the fur-wrapped crowds
were leaving their boxes and in confusion were winding their way home
still the attendants sat in the aisles,
and some, so delighted at what they heard, rushed out to call
their families and friends.
And their children came,
sleepy for it was late in the evening,
very late in the evening,
and they hardly knew if they had done with dreaming
or had begun again.
In all the tenement blocks
the lights were clicking on,
and the rightful owner of the music,
tiny but no longer timid sang
for the rightful owners of the song.
by Brian Patten
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