Tanager

“I did not come into this world
to be comforted.
I came, like a red bird, to sing.
But I'm not a red bird, with his head mop of flame
and the red triangle of his mouth
full of tongue and whistles,
but a woman whose love has vanished,
who thinks now, too much, of roots
and the dark places
where everything is simply holding on.”
― Mary Oliver, Red Bird