On the Nightingale
Mary Wellesley, 6 June 2024
“... song was that of a raped and mutilated woman. In the poetry of the 13th-century Franciscan John Peckham, the nightingale foresees the hour of her own death, singing from the top of a tree and descending ever lower, until finally she expires on the lowest branch at the ninth hour.Nightingales winter in sub-Saharan West Africa and then journey six ... ”