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The brackish roots of river pine
Anchored in my curving spine
Bend to the whims of wind's design
And I lay down at your sideAbove the brine of reds in clay
A swollen angel oaks bouquet
In the red-winged blackbird's eyes of grey
A saltwater tear residesBut the sand and the earthen parapet
Silts into this rivulet
The bluffs and the banks will soon forget
A single tear was criedAnd in this spawning ground it blooms
The nectar and the petal plumes
A purple swallow now exhumed
From the river that has diedPalmately spread delphinium
Bachelor-buttoned malva comes
To be your lilied brideThe crimson of rinoculous
Gardenia and dianthus
The bloodless ivory water-lotus
Sweetly opens wideBut even the most fondly named

Rooted and green leaves framed
Surely must come to be reclaimed
Beyond the great divideWithout a voice left to sing
With waterlogged and heavy wing
With peaceful eyes unsuffering
A pigeon floats in the tide

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The best songs of North Carolina’s Bowerbirds have always seemed eternal. Coruscated by Beth Tacular’s bird song and Phil Moore’s environmentalist empathy, “In Our Talons” (off Bowerbirds’ Hymns for a Dark Horse) was, at its core, a quest for solidarity in a world of closing shadows. Upper Air’s “Northern Lights” painted a pained portrait of love shrouded in doubt as perfectly as Cash, Dylan or Cohen ever have. These felt like more than songs; they felt like treasures.

Read more about Bowerbirds on Last.fm.


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