“And I began to understand what the bird was saying.” – Mary Oliver
You might argue that Mary Oliver has an overly romantic view of nature. Birds sing, for example, because they are happy. Because the sky is wide and blue, because the fields and foliage are green and growing, because the world is wonderful! Not, of course, to warn off territorial invaders or sexual competitors. Birdsong is so enchanting. It must be some type of praise, right? And so it goes. In so many poems.
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