from Birds in Beards 2: Dead Poets Edition
Thoreau is kind of a cheat. He wasn’t a poet. I just thought, what a weird beard!
“This is the only bird whose note affects me like music. It lifts and exhilarates me. It is inspiring. It changes all hours to an eternal morning.”
-Henry David Thoreau, June 1853, writing about a Wood Thrush
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