Haiku and other Poetry about Hummingbirds

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1. Humming-Bird
by D.H. Lawrence

I can imagine, in some otherworld
Primeval-dumb, far back
In that most awful stillness, that only gasped and hummed,
Humming-birds raced down the avenues.

Before anything had a soul,
While life was a heave of matter, half inanimate,
This little bit chipped off in brilliance
And went whizzing through the slow, vast, succulent stems.

I believe there were no flowers then,
In the world where the humming-bird flashed ahead of creation.
I believe he pierced the slow vegetable veins with his long beak.

Probably he was big
As mosses, and little lizards, they say, were once big.
Probably he was a jabbing, terrifying monster.

We look at him through the wrong end of the telescope of Time,
Luckily for us.

2. Within My Garden, rides a Bird
by Emily Dickinson

Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Upon a single Wheel —
Whose spokes a dizzy Music make
As ’twere a travelling Mill —

He never stops, but slackens
Above the Ripest Rose —
Partakes without alighting
And praises as he goes,

Till every spice is tasted —
And then his Fairy Gig
Reels in remoter atmospheres —
And I rejoin my Dog,

And He and I, perplex us,
If positive, ’twere we —
Or bore the Garden in the Brain
This Curiosity —

But He, the best Logician,
Refers my clumsy eye —
To just vibrating Blossoms!
An Exquisite Reply!

3. A Route of Evanescence
by Emily Dickinson

A Route of Evanescence
With a revolving Wheel —
A Resonance of Emerald —
A Rush of Cochineal —
And every Blossom on the Bush
Adjusts its tumbled Head —
The mail from Tunis, probably,
An easy Morning’s Ride —

4. The Hummingbird
by Harry Kemp

The sunlight speaks. And it’s voice is a bird:
It glitters half-guessed half seen half-heard
Above the flower bed. Over the lawn …
A flashing dip and it is gone.
And all it lends to the eye is this —
A sunbeam giving the air a kiss.

5. TINY POEMS FOR TINY BIRDS
by Larry Gates

awake at dawn
darting through strands of mist
the flower-seeker
out of heaven
still glittering
the hummingbird

two fighting hummingbirds
rise slowly through leaves
not touching

a thousand facets of metallic light
turning his head
he darkens
soul slips out of my body
and chases
the hummingbird
another hummingbird darkens
and flies off
towards the rainbow
sunlit raindrops
explode around
the hovering hummingbird
a day of dreams
the garden and the hummingbird
float on my breath

under the vast dome
of the sky
two hummingbirds are fighting
little bird
at my face
you make me real
deep summer
the hummingbird disappears
inside a flower
tiny hummingbird
hovering before my nose
what is your name?
a thousand nows
the busy hummingbird
in the garden

time slows
as the hummingbird approaches
the flower
fully open
the red flower accepts
the hummingbird
curved space
every trajectory
ends at a flower
the dueling hummingbirds
do not see
the rainbow
too many words
I sip tea
and gaze at the hummingbird

wind and sunlight —
a floating world of hummingbirds
in the flower garden

The present moment
hovering before
a flower
a bell rings
the hummingbird selects
another flower
dawn
wordless flowers
waiting

this will save the world
a hummingbird chasing flowers
in the wind
fuschia from below
he lingers
as long stamens touch his throat
as we garden on hands and knees
a hummingbirds tastes
the unplanted flowers

He is Jack and I the giant
my face a massive landscape
with crevices and outcrops
nothing else matters
the hummingbird has become
the moving arrow of time

whirring wings
as time vanishes
before a blue flower
mountains and the quiet smile
of my wife
a hummingbird darts between us
The hummingbird flies off
I sense it is I that is moving
backwards and out of control

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