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In my backyard in north TexasTheir hearts stopped beating in mid-flight.
— Hummingbirds
In my backyard in north TexasTheir hearts stopped beating in mid-flight.
Across the downs a hummingbird To scrutinize the flowers.
The male is colored much more gorgeously than the female so that he can be shot and made into feather embroidery.
[Footnote:] Much still remains to be learned about his sex life because the Hummingbird is quicker than the eye.
My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird—equal seekers of sweetness
Jewelled coryphéeWith quivering wings like shielding gauze outspread.
Quick as a humming bird is my love,Dipping into the flowers of my heart.
And the humming-bird that hungAnd left him hanging there.
A flash of harmless lightning, From flower to flower he flies.
