Les Murray
Caught a weebill in my car grille,
bird twice the weight of a hefty beetle.
Only heard it when I left the bush.
If it couldn't home it would likely perish.

Extracted, it whirred off, copse and hollow.
I couldn't drive after it, couldn't follow
its speed among parrots and bigger birds.
I braked, and said a line of words.

All wasted. Its cohort would supply
its brood with forage, if it should die.
If not, it would announce its own homecoming
Relearning how to slow and sing.
from the book CONTINUOUS CREATION: LAST POEMS / Farrar, Straus and Giroux
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Solmaz Sharif's Customs Reviewed by Kyle Carrerro Lopez

"Customs grapples with many customs of polite society, including empathy, the idealization of which is itself a custom many producers and consumers of the arts seem to uphold as central to a personal ethic. But what are the bounds of empathy? Might I set myself up for overstepping by believing I truly understand another's experience just by watching a film or reading a bit about it?"

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"And this is precisely where poetry and poetic communion shelter me with hope without optimism; where, in the different languages inhabited by beings with whom I share the air and water of this planet, we come together in longing for and choosing another way of interweaving, of searching inside ourselves for new ways to reverse this disaster."
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