If you could have known, you little bird,
That you would here die today
Would you have flown to another
Place?
If you could have known your sweetest song
Would on this stone be silencéd
Would you have come here not to-
Day?
If you could have known that death would clip
The pinions of your golden wings
Would you have scorned this path and gone
Another?
Or are these thoughts the thoughts of man,
And foreign to your purer mind,
Which revels, so it seems, in living life, not musing over
Death?
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Author:
Samuel Maximilian (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired when I saw a little goldfinch dead on the ground in front of a side-door. Above the door rise three floors, with windows in a line; my assumption is that the creature struck one of these and plummeted to the sidewalk below.
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Comments2
It is a philosophical question that if we knew the hour and place of our death would we have then the free will to avoid it. A good write
A chilling thought... But if we knew the hour and plane would that just mean we had no free will to begin with? An ideal subject for poetry, I think!
Thank you for taking the time to read and comment 🙂
You are most welcome it is my pleasure
Good write S.
Thank you. I'm glad you liked it
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