The stone-built villages of England.
A cathedral bottled in a pub window.
Cows dispersed across fields.
Monuments to kings.
A man in a moth-eaten suit
sees a train off, heading, like everything here, for the sea,
smiles at his daughter, leaving for the East.
A whistle blows.
And the endless sky over the tiles
grows bluer as swelling birdsong fills.
And the clearer the song is heard,
the smaller the bird.
Stone Villages
Joseph Brodsky
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Poem topics: daughter, sea, sky, song, bird, whistle, endless, stone, window, train, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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