<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366577" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Chat with a Raven</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wind whispers through fingers <br>of ebony black pinions<br>Head cocked to watch me <br>as he drifts past my eyes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Apprising and appraising<br>My place in his dominion<br>Head cocked to watch me<br>As he effortlessly flies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To a graceful landing<br>Atop a lodge-pole pine<br>Then the head cocked again<br>Ebon eyes locked on mine</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As if posing the question <br>Without uttering a word<br>What is your place here<br>In my world? …asked the bird</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The question was stated<br>As a guttural squawk<br>Yet understood quite plainly<br>If one can parse Raven talk</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On my precarious perch<br>On my pre-Cambrian ledge<br>I pondered the question<br>As I looked down at the sedge</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Five hundred feet down the bottom lies<br>Perhaps a bit more… or less<br>I peered into the raven’s obsidian eyes<br>And replied “not really sure, I confess”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did I come here to leap<br>Did I come here to die<br>I was rather hoping<br>You could tell me why</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He croaked, with a fluffing of feathers<br>“To leap, to die? no, not a reason so craven<br>The reason my son, and a very good one<br>Was your need to chat up a raven</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Whalen">David Whalen</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366577" data-title="To Chat with a Raven de David Whalen" data-description="Wind whispers through fingers of ebony black pinions Head cocked to watch me as he drifts past my eyes Apprising and appraising My place in his dominion Head cocked to watch me As he effortlessly flies To a graceful landing Atop a lodge-pole p..."></div> </div> </div>

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