In praise of cricket

Your small wisdom reverberates,
shames my garrulous tongue.

All the days of your brief life
remembering what all these years
I keep forgetting:

the primacy of song, the
power of song, the
totality of song, as if

we were made for nothing else.

You still my wasted words;
you mute my foolish mouth, which
henceforth shall only eat, which
henceforth shall only kiss.

And my body speak its
native tongue, the ridges
of my secret wings vibrating
with such fierce love I
burst wholly into song.

 

 

 

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11 comments

  1. I love this ode – read it twice, savouring. (The cricket recording is surprisingly powerful.)

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    1. A lovely compliment; thank you. And he is a sweet singer. 🙂

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  2. Oh – how enticing! To allow my body wings to vibrate in song! I’ll need some practice, after all these years denying wings altogether …
    Beautiful image and recording too.

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    1. Thank you! I think most of us need practice in this area. My wings are positively rusty from lack of use. 🙂

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  3. Really nice! And the recording. Added that perfect finishing touches to the post!

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    1. Thank you! I love sound-only recordings in an age in which so much visual imagery is continually bombarding us.

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      1. Yeah there’s something about sound only recordings that hasn’t made it lose it’s charm completely.

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  4. Very beautiful poem, Cate. Love the photos and the recorded sound of the cricket.

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    1. Thank you! This wee one — a snowy tree cricket — was in my basement a couple years ago, so I collected sound and photos before liberating him.

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      1. Well, you have done a brilliant job. I always love your photos and poems. They all exude the perfect combination of a scientist and literary soul. You have studied biology or similar. Haven’t you?

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        1. Not very successfully, I’m afraid. But I was a journalist for many years, writing features on a wide range of intriguing subjects. I enjoy research and have always had a soft spot for non-human life forms, finding our own species sometimes a little too familiar and not as reliably, obviously beautiful. 🙂 Whitney Cranshaw — a cool Colorado State University entomologist and former source — was kind enough to identify this cricket for me.

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