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Look at the following marble sculpture closely and watch how tightly the little boy is embracing a bird’s nest under his left arm and the warrior woman by his other arm. The photograph is taken by my brother, Dhruba, in Victoria Memorial, Calcutta.

Victoria Memorial - Sculpture

Birds’ Nests

The summer nests uncovered by autumn wind,
Some torn, others dislodged, all dark,
Everyone sees them: low or high in tree,
Or hedge, or single bush, they hang like a mark.

Since there’s no need of eyes to see them with
I cannot help a little shame
That I missed most, even at eye’s level, till
The leaves blew off and made the seeing no game.

’Tis a light pang. I like to see the nests
Still in their places, now first known,
At home and by far roads. Boys knew them not,
Whatever jays and squirrels may have done.

And most I like the winter nests deep-hid
That leaves and berries fell into:
Once a dormouse dined there on hazel–nuts,
And grass and goose-grass seeds found soil and grew.

~Edward Thomas (3rd March, 1878 – 9th April, 1917)

 

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