In Honor of National Poetry Month .. A Poem!

Alfred Russel Wallace collected this specimen of
an adult male Red Bird of Paradise, Paradisea rubra.
Museum Victoria (Australia), Ornithology Collection. Photographer: Rodney Start.

I first read this poem in a natural history museum, where I worked awhile ago.

In a Museum
by Thomas Hardy

I

Here's the mould of a musical bird long passed from light,
Which over the earth before man came was winging;
There's a contralto voice I heard last night,
That lodges with me still in its sweet singing.

II

Such a dream is Time that the coo of this ancient bird
Has perished not, but is blent, or will be blending
Mid visionless wilds of space with the voice that I heard,
In the full-fuged song of the universe unending.

From Thomas Hardy: The Complete Poems (London: Macmillan, 2001).

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Photo credit: Margaret C. Hardy
Books off the queue and lodge securely somewhere behind my eyes: "A Mathematician's Apology" by G.H. Hardy and "A Demon of Our Own Design: Markets, Hedge Funds, and the Perils of Financial Innovation" by Richard Bookstaber
"I remember once going to see him when he was lying ill at Putney. I had ridden in taxi cab number 1729 and remarked that the number seemed to me rather a dull one, and that I hoped it was not an unfavorable omen.
I just installed Hardy, the brand new version of Ubuntu Linux, on the household's two Dell PCs. They're a Dimension 4550 mini-tower and an Inspiron 6000 laptop, and I'm happy to say that everything's running fine so far.

Thanks for the Hardy poem. Did you see the account of Hardy's using a trilobite fossil as a symbol in one of his stories as related in TRILOBITE: EYEWITNESS TO EVOLUTION by Richard Fortey? If you have not that Fortey book, it should be on your want list.

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