[e/eə:] [ai] [ei] [ɪ] [i:] ʌ/ ʊ] [ɑː] [əʊ] [ɔː] [ɒ] [æ] [uː]
When I was taken aside that day
I had the sense of election:
they dressed my head in a fishnet
and plaited leafy twigs through meshes
so my vision was a bird's
at the heart of a thicket
and as I spoke I moved
like a voice from a shaking bush.
King of the ditchbacks,
I went with them obediently
to the edge of a pigeon wood -
deciduous canopy, screened wain of evening
we lay beneath in silence.
No birds came, but I waited
among briars and stones, or whispered
or broke the watery gossamers
if I moved a muscle.
'Come back to us,' they said, 'in harvest
when we hide in the stooked corn,
when the gundogs can hardly retrieve
what's brought down.' And I saw myself
rising to move in that dissimulation,
top-knotted, masked in sheaves, noting
the fall of birds: a rich young man
leaving everything he had
for a migrant solitude.