Best Cranes Poems
Stately red crowned cranes
prancing in the snowy field ~
my tallest sister.
winged wishes
folded in prayer and love....
a thousand paper cranes
It waits on the wedge of a field
no longer lonely, another
floats in for a landing above
a sea of yellow flowers
Who will forget that wonderful fuss,
the mock scolding of an absence
now being celebrated
The preaching by a full range of
vocals - wing tips folding and unfolding
against a new, and thinking sky
For Andrea's SF Contest
grassy Aerodrome
landing white cranes flap wings
with fishes take off
On the wings of cranes
Hope travels - in search of warmth ;
And Departed Soul
(C) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)
Starving cranes
In the shallow stream
Fishing food
Ibycus was on his way to a music festival when he was set upon by robbers. While dying a wave of cranes flew over. Ibycus implored the cranes to avenge him. The robbers, with their spoils attended the music festival. There were thousands in attendance. Mid way through a choir performance, a flock of cranes flew over the stadium. The robbers, recalling Ibycus' dying words, panicked and were arrested
THE CRANES OF IBYCUS
“Look! Look, comrade,
There, yonder flow
The cranes of Ibycus!”
Above the stadium,
In perfect row,
The cranes of Ibycus,
Above the Fury’s chorus,
In dissonance, crow,
The cranes of Ibycus!
Above the bedlam crowd
Their numbers grow,
The cranes of Ibycus!
Above the hoard of voices,
Become now low,
The cranes of Ibycus.
Above the perfect silence,
Flying slow,
The cranes of Ibycus.
Above ten thousand heads
Which lowly bow,
The cranes of Ibycus.
Beyond the tiers and fading
In the distant glow,
The cranes of Ibycus
Dave Austin
a la W.H. Auden
Aus weiter Ferne
Ertönt der Ruf der Kraniche
Am späten Mittag
Über den Wiesen am Wald
Liegt noch milchig der Nebel
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From a far distance
Sounds the call of the cranes
Late at midday
Over the meadows near the woods
Still lingers the milky fog
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Suena de lejanía
El grito de las grúas
Por tarde mediodía
Sobre prados del bosque
Aún queda lechoso niebla
where the hell
do they come from?
and where do they go
after the work is finished?
I still wait for the day
when they will rise
from landscape grounds
and form the lifeless woods
for humanity
to realize
Paper cranes sway in the breeze
Each celebrating the day
The summerhouse is peaceful
Origami birds flying
In Greek mythology Ibycus is robbed and killed on his way to a musical competition. He
appeals to some cranes overhead to avenge his cause - cranes considered a good omen.
Later at the festival, held in a huge amphitheater, the furies announce and morn the death of
Ibycus. During the performance the cranes fly overhead and one of the robbers cries, "Look,
comrade, the cranes of Ibycus!" They are both caught.
"Look! Look, comrade
There yonder flow
The cranes of Ibycus!"
Above the stadium
In perfect row,
The cranes of Ibycus.
Above the Fury's chorus,
In dissonance, crow,
The cranes of Ibycus!
Above the bedlam crowd
Their numbers grow,
The cranes of Ibycus.
Above the hoard of voices
Become now low,
The cranes of Ibycus.
Above the perfect silence,
Flying slow,
The cranes of Ibycus.
Above ten thousand heads
Which lowly bow,
The cranes of Ibycus.
Beyond the tiers and fading
In the distant glow,
The cranes of Ibycus.
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*Bullfinch, Mythology
freeze you bitter sky
skittish three trumpeting call-
dark legs trail behind
11/21/2018
An energetic wedge of blue cranes doing mating dances
entered into Little Bear’s dream state without warning
Are they my totem? My spiritual advisors? My power animals?
He believed in such things, being Navaho.
He asked the revered shaman for advice
The crane will bring you luck and fortune
You will succeed where others have failed.
Keep him; he will teach you to prioritize.
The blue crane specifically will bring you peace.
Teach you to meditate, and be mindful.
You will better listen to the universe.
She is always speaking.
Little Bear had always been cheerful,
But this dream uplifted his heart.
Made him incredibly joyful.
He was a changed brave.
told me an old man
Do you see our weaknesses?
I am you
I am me in another day
do not talk with me about hunger
do not cross the line
because between our lips is our bodies
that burned in the streets.
Über den Herbstfeldern
Der Flügelschlag der Kraniche
Wie Windgesang
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Over autmn fields
A flock of cranes' beat of wings
Like songs in the wind