White-Eyes by Mary Oliver

In winter
all the singing is in
the tops of the trees
where the wind-bird

with its white eyes
shoves and pushes
among the branches.
Like any of us

he wants to go to sleep,
but he's restless—
he has an idea,
and slowly it unfolds

from under his beating wings
as long as he stays awake
But his big, round music, after all,
is too breathy to last.

So, it's over.
In the pine-crown
he makes his nest,
he's done all he can.

I don't know the name of this bird,
I only imagine his glittering beak
tucked in a white wing
while the clouds—

which he has summoned
from the north—
which he has taught
to be mild, and silent—

thicken, and begin to fall
into the world below
like stars, or the feathers
of some unimaginable bird

that loves us,
that is asleep now, and silent—
that has turned itself
into snow.
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Reaction: Not surprise because by the title it seemed as if the author was going to connect the poem to some sort of nature or natural event.

Meaning: I interpret the bird in the story to be a spirit of the Goddess of Earth (but that is base on my religion) and how she is always watching over the Earth and its animals and the humans. I also believe that the poem is talking about the beginning of how earth was created.

Technique: free verse