“It was the dingiest bird
you ever saw, all the color
washed from him, as if
he had been standing in the rain,
friendless and stiff and cold,
since Eden went wrong.''
—From “Robin Redbreast,’’ by Stanley Kunitz (1905-2006), American poet and teacher. A Worcester native, he divided much of time in adult life between Provincetown and New York City.
