
One of my favorite birds to visit is the Northern Cardinal. The poem Collins selected has a grace and beauty to match the bird: “The Cardinal” by Henry Carlile:

is the secret of being colorful.
He shocks us when he flies
like a red verb over the snow.
He sifts through the blue evenings
to his roost.
He is turning purple.
Soon he’ll be black.
In the bar’s dark I think of him
There are no cardinals here.
Only a woman in a red dress.” (203)
Fans of birds, poetry, and Billy Collins’ tastes in poetry will love this book. (5 stars)
--Chiron, 10/20/10
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