'The thickets of the Heart" is such a lovely phrase, of course. I remember once being in New Mexico with an ornithologist netting tiny birds to weigh and tag them, how fragile they were in his hand. But I like the idea of lurking in the heart in search of joy. Hodgson also mentions goldfinches in a poem called "Ghoul Care" (unfortunate title) as one of the three charms that protect him from the master of "the Pit," that "prodigious Bat" that I suspect refers to sadness and perhaps depression. Me, I am weak at catching the twittering beauties, though sometimes goldfinches flit in abundance around my backyard. Maybe I need a new clap-net, whatever that is...
The BirdcatcherWhen flighting time is on I goWith clap-net and decoy,A-fowling after goldfinchesAnd other birds of joy;
I lurk among the thickets ofThe Heart where they are bred,And catch the twittering beauties asThey fly into my Head. -Ralph Hodgson 1917
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