Quote:
Originally posted by tatsxxx11
I was reading an Audobon article recently which noted TR's great love for birds. It may be myth but has been said, that on his death bed, he mentioned among his greatest regrets in passing, was to never again hear the sweet, sad music of the thrush.
For example, TR’s journal sensually describes the sounds of the wilderness birds in this passage, referred to as "Keatsian" by biographers:
"Perhaps the sweetest bird music I have ever listened to was uttered by a hermit thrush....We had been out for two or three hours but had seen nothing; once we heard a tree fall with a dull, heavy crash; and two or three times the harsh hooting of an owl had been answered by the unholy laughter of a loon from the bosom of the lake, but otherwise nothing had occurred to break the death-like stillness of the night....Suddenly the quiet was broken by the song of a hermit thrush; louder and clearer it sang from the depths of the grim and rugged woods, until the sweet, sad music seemed to fill the very air and to conquer for the moment the gloom of the night. I shall never forget it."
"Keatsian" is appropriate. Not too many people can write like that anymore.