In
the Holden Swamp wood he notices a bird he had seen six days earlier but is still
unable to identify. He speculates it may be a “solitary vireo,” a name since discarded
as too general, describing at least three species. It may be a blue-headed vireo.
He sees Vaccinium pennsylvanicum (low-bush
blueberries) and a parti-colored warbler (another abandoned name), whose song
he transcribes as “twze twze twze.”
Next he sees “very large” clams of uncertain species in the West Meadow Brook. Thoreau
concludes the day’s journal entry with one of his perfect sentences,
grammatically incomplete but bursting with thought:
“A
dandelion perfectly gone to seed, a complete globe, a system in itself.”
The
proximity of “dandelion” and “globe” brings back Shakespeare, Hugh Kenner and “Goldenlads and girls all must, / As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.”
1 comment:
How lovely that he calls them pollywogs!
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