{"id":3467,"date":"2018-01-21T14:57:52","date_gmt":"2018-01-21T22:57:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/alteritas.net\/pastis\/?page_id=3467"},"modified":"2025-03-15T11:40:32","modified_gmt":"2025-03-15T18:40:32","slug":"ars-poetica","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/alteritas.net\/pastis\/inventory\/ars-poetica\/","title":{"rendered":"Rara avis"},"content":{"rendered":"

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.<\/em>
\n– Keats<\/em><\/p>\n

We went to spot a trogon<\/span>\u00a0and I began to hum,<\/span>
\n picking paces down a path<\/span>\u00a0greater than their sum.<\/span><\/p>\n

Milky lime, the river,<\/span>\u00a0sometimes smoky jade;<\/span>
\n in the brush, bromeliads;\u00a0<\/span>red orchids in the shade.<\/span><\/p>\n

Cawing to the trogon\u00a0<\/span>as if we knew his sound,<\/span>
\n we surely drove him farther in <\/span>the dim background<\/span><\/p>\n

where likenesses of birds flocked behind the trees,
\nflashes off the river flitting in the breeze.<\/p>\n

At length we reached\u00a0<\/span>the ambit of a murmur<\/span>
\n first confused. From hush<\/span>\u00a0rose up whispers, firmer<\/span><\/p>\n

round each bend, until\u00a0<\/span>we knew a roaring<\/span>
\n falls could best explain<\/span>\u00a0the din, though its pouring<\/span><\/p>\n

as it filled the pool came\u00a0<\/span>to form a quiet cove,<\/span>
\n a hollowed cell recessed\u00a0<\/span>within the tangle of the grove.<\/span><\/p>\n

I looked up through\u00a0<\/span>the rainbow spray where<\/span>
\n my creature should have been,\u00a0<\/span>emerald scarlet in the air,<\/span><\/p>\n

thoughts of ruby green.\u00a0<\/span>The water\u2019s plunge made the bluff<\/span>
\n beside it soar, but no bird\u00a0<\/span>perched up in that rough.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mine remained the rarest\u00a0<\/span>bird, one that\u2019s never flown.<\/span>
\n The echo of his dearth\u00a0<\/span>is for my ears alone.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter. – Keats We went to spot a trogon\u00a0and I began to hum, picking paces down a path\u00a0greater than their sum. Milky lime, the river,\u00a0sometimes smoky jade; in the brush, bromeliads;\u00a0red orchids in the shade. Cawing to the trogon\u00a0as if we knew his sound, we surely drove … <\/p>\n

Continue reading “Rara avis”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

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