Thursday, May 19, 2011


I was picking up poop this morning... I navigate the yard like I'm on a rescue mission after a plane crash - kind of like a grid pattern. I found this on my search.
When I came back in I got on the computer, of course, and tried to find if there was any symbolism to it. I came across this poem:

End of April

Under a cherry tree
I found a robin's egg,
broken, but not shattered.

I had been thinking of you,
and was kneeling in the grass
among fallen blossoms

when I saw it: a blue scrap,
a delicate toy, as light
as confetti.

It didn't seem real,
but nature will do such things
from time to time.

I looked inside:
it was glistening, hollow,
a perfect shell

except for the missing crown,
which made it possible to look inside.

What had been there
is gone now
and lives in my heart

where, periodically,
it opens up its wings
tearing me apart.

~ poem by Phillis Levin

I never heard of it before - just a random google search brought me to it. There were a few interpretations listed from others - a child leaving the "nest," an empty relationship, a miscarriage or stillbirth, spring awakening...

As with anything - it can be whatever you want it to be.

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