For a Still-Born Child

Lost among immediate creaks chirrups wrong sounds

Thumbkin among shadows cried out to see the sudden bird

Fly like knives out of treedark into the tall light, up

Beyond, so blue The word

He cried was There! and there, true to the violent shy

Blaze of a bird, he found father Father; in one winged rush

His infant heart took truth's immutable direction

And he hurried home, amid the forest's hush.