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Hummingbird
There is no hum, of course, nor is the bird
That shiver of stained glass iridescence
Through which the garden appears--itself
In flight not from but toward an intensity
Of outline, color, scent, each flower
An imperium--as in a paragraph of Proust.
Mine is a shade of that branch it rests on
Between rounds: bark-wing, lichen-breast,
The butternut’s furthest, hollow twig.
How to make from sow thistle to purslane?
So, into this airy vault of jewelweed,
Slipped past the drowsing bee watch,
Deep into the half-inch, bloodgold
Petal curve, tongue of the still untold.
Deaf to tones so low, the bees never mind
The dull grinding, these rusted gears
Pushes to the limit of extracting
From so many its little myth of rarity.
Assignment: Explicate your poem, including: type of poem, the tone of the poem, the plot of the poem, the poetic devices used in the poem, and the theme of the poem.