2 digte om 2 slags fugle

læst op i går til Hvedekorn-oplæsning i den poetiske hjørne-karnap i det nye, fantastisk amfiteatralske Rosinante-rum - og tak til de optrædende bidragydere til nr. 2, 2013, de lod sig alle høre ypperligt, Philip, Ursula, Joakim, Benedicte, Emil, Helge/ Nicanor:

Dixon Lanier Merritt:

The Pelican

A funny old bird is a pelican.
His beak can hold more than his bellican.
Food for a week
He can hold in his beak, 
But I don't know how the hellican.

1910

Kay Ryan

Flamingo Watching

Wherever the flamingo goes,   

she brings a city’s worth

of furbelows. She seems

unnatural by nature—

too vivid and peculiar

a structure to be pretty,

and flexible to the point   

of oddity. Perched on

those legs, anything she does   

seems like an act. Descending   

on her egg or draping her head   

along her back, she’s

too exact and sinuous

to convince an audience

she’s serious. The natural elect,   

they think, would be less pink,   

less able to relax their necks,   

less flamboyant in general.

They privately expect that it’s some   

poorly jointed bland grey animal   

with mitts for hands

whom God protects.

1994