O WINGED BIRD OF WINTER NIGHT
from “Dissonance of the Drowned” Flora Gu
O winged bird of winter night, How lovely art thou with thy feathers white! Into air thou soar’st and out of clouds thou fliest; O’er snow-clad mountains shineth thy might! O winged bird of winter night, How pure art thou with thy silver eyes! Out of fog thou soar’st and into mist thou fliest; O’er snow-clad meadow withereth thy might! O winged bird of winter night, How fair art thou with thy choked rime! Into snow thou fad’st and out of sight thou liest; O’er snow-clad clifftop haunteth thy might! Why, then, dost thou will thy kingdom wide? Out of cage thou brak’st and into void thou fight’st; Shatter thy feathers and falleth thy might, O winged bird of winter night!
Mirage 2021
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