Iris Murdoch's A Year of Birds - January

I've just discovered Iris Murdoch's lovely little book of short poems: A Year of Birds.

Each poem is accompanied by a wood engraving  by Reynolds Stone.

The book is absolutely beautiful and very different from Murdoch's usual novels and philosophical writings.

Inland seagulls never cry ai-ai, ai-ai 

But silently in winter trail

Behind the plough their kite tail.

Without a sound they pass me by

As pale as paper in the white winter sky.

Oh why do they never cry

Ai-ai, ai-ai?