The Woodpecker Keeps Returning
to drill the house wall.
Put a pie plate over one place, he chooses another.
There is nothing good to eat there:
he has found in the house
a resonant billboard to post his intentions,
his voluble strength as provider.
But where is the female he drums for? Where?
I ask this, who am myself the ruined siding,
the handsome red-capped bird, the missing mate.
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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Jane Hirshfield, “The Woodpecker Keeps Returning” from After. Copyright © 2006 by Jane Hirshfield. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers Inc. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.