Humming-bird by D. H. Lawrence I can imagine, in some otherworld Primeval-dumb, far back In that most awful stillness, that 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 chirped off in brilliance And went whizzing through the slow, vast, succulent stems. I believe there were no flowers then, In the world where humming-birds 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.
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