They've made it again,/Which means the globe's still working, the Creation's/Still waking refreshed, our summer's/Still all to come - Swifts by TED HUGHES.
I just happened to be looking out of the window this morning when I saw a buzzard soaring high over the house, the sunshine clearly picking out its brown and white markings. You'd never have seen buzzards here 10 - 15 years ago. Since the banning of many types of pesticide in the UK, the increase in raptor numbers has been a great success story.
And then I saw the swifts, shooting through the blue air on dark, scimitar-like wings. Yes, the swifts are back - for me, the true heralds of summer. I watch for them every year, and my heart leaps unfailingly each time I witness their arrival.
Anne Stevenson, in her poem Swifts, calls them earth-skimmers, sky-scythers, air pilgrims, high crosses cruising in ether, and sleepers over oceans in the will of the world's breathing.
This is the 1st verse of Anne Stevenson's poem:
Spring comes little, a little. All April it rains.
The new leaves stick in their fists; new ferns still fiddleheads.
But one day the swifts are back. Face to the sun like a child
You shout, 'The swifts are back!'
(I once briefly met Anne in the Poetry Bookshop, Hay-on-Wye - that mecca for bibliophiles and oenophiles where almost every building is a bookshop or a pub - in the early 1980s, I think it was. I'm pretty sure she co-owned the business at the time. I used to sell books myself back then, and managed to flog her some Dylan Thomas titles as stock for her already overburdened shelves. Her poetry is well worth checking out - and this would be a good place to start.)
I've touched on swifts before, in a piece that also reflected on my favourite months of the year and which described in a not-too-sombre way a friend's funeral I went to. You can read it here.
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We have only one swift here (the chimney swift) but I love watching them, and long with their swallow cousins, as they swoop and dart, twist and curl over the pool in front of the cottage. Such lovely, amazing fliers…
I don't know if other parts of Australia have swifts, but I'm certainly not familiar with them...although Grizzled's numerous posts on birds has me more observant now I may discover many more birds. I have noticed the disapperances of certain species in particular areas.
My heart leaps every year when the house martens arrive.
'New ferns still fiddleheads'. - I like that!
Loved the Wordsworth in your previous post immensely.
I meant to take photos while my ferns were still fiddleheads but I didn't, and now they're almost unfurled!
I love swifts, they're one of my most favourite birds. They always remind me of summer flies, lazily circling a light, but of course they're far more beautiful - and noisier, too!
They're not back in my village yet, but I look forward to seeing them circling the church spire again soon. :)
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