I only have a copy of Wright's Collected Poems (which doesn't actually have all of his poetry in it -- buyer beware) so what follows is not a complete list of the mentions of birds in his poetry.
Each line here is from one of his poems. I won't use quotation marks, as that'd look like a swarm of flies.
Please note that the list for gulls is a bit deceptive, as most of the gulls are in one poem.
In case you're curious, I think my favourite bird is the "great white bird unknown to the police."
Bird
And hear the birds beneath your eyes
till all the birds lie down
A frozen bird lay down among the dead weeds
He sang in houses when the birds were still
Banished to bloom, and bear the birds’ desire
Of mine that beats above you like a bird
The birds have not forgotten
You must not mix this pair of birds
The genuine ecstasy of climbing birds
Those clean dark glides of Dionysian birds
Some of the birds awake in vines
How could you flit away to fellow birds
Farther than birds for whom I did not care
I walked, like a folded bird, about the towers
A tiny bird bathed in a bowl of air
Of birds beginning in her voice
Some where the race of whittier birds survive
The mouse goes snooping, and the bird
One hand became a bird
The birds resolved to hands
Below me, roaring elegies to birds
Woman or bird, she plumes the ashening sound
I stammer like a bird, I rasp like stone
Grew kind as possible to the wrack-splayed birds
in blowing wind, a bird-song rose
A bird, a reptile, any fiercer thing?
And break an enemy’s heart, quick as a bird
And a bird, unbodied soul
Woman or brilliant bird
Serpent or bird or pure untroubled mind
A bird cries in bare elder trees
White birds from the outskirts of the night
In music like delicate birds
The crowns of white birds rise
by white birds.
By some great white bird unknown to the police
Is to get one of those lazy birds awake long enough
A scarecrow that stands up and suddenly turns into a bird
Strange bird
A bird whistles me
There goes that bird that whistled me down here
A dead bird the color of slate
I heard your grass birds, fluting
Till the bright grass birds come
Wings of strange birds that are burning
What the hell are we supposed to do with these birds?
That the strange fowl provide for us like one hillside of the sea
Sparrow
The sparrow’s throat goes hollow
Rain drowns the sparrow’s tongue
Though sparrows alone are left
The sparrows flocked away to see the race
A sparrow hung a wire about its breast
(The tanager, the sparrow)
Burling the sparrows out of sound
Some sparrows chirped on a tree
SPARROWS IN A HILLSIDE DRIFT
And in the secret shelters of sparrow feathers fallen on the
For confused sparrows
Tanager
Tanagers float away
And why it does not float with tanagers?
Swallow
With waterfalls and swallow’s sound
Mirror of swallows’ nests. The stars
Catbird
Now catbird feathers plume the apple mound
And silkened every catbird cry
Be careful of holes, the catbird said
Starlings
And starlings drowse to winter up the ground
A splayed starling
Grasses where the starlings cry
Gulls
And gulls remember cries they made
Over the bridges, the gulls collect and fly
Hundreds of gulls descending to the froth
A hundred gulls decline to nothingness
But high in a cloud, a single naked gull
But gulls ensnare me here
Sun on the bone-hulled galleons of those gulls
Lapsing like dead gulls’ brittle wings and drowned
Than seagulls disembodied in the drag
Upbore the plume and body of one gull
Of fishermen and gulls
I hunt the large feathers of gulls
Pigeons
Quivering pigeons foul his broken face
Where pigeons nest aloof
Out of an open window pigeons flew
fall in the hole, the pigeon swore
Robin
The starlight calls the robin home
Gauzed as a robin, where the tree
Nudging the robins windward there
Swan
The swans retire beneath their wings
Following the white swan through the hedge
They bow as shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
THREE SENTENCES FOR A DEAD SWAN
My black Ohioan swan
Closing my eyes, I look for hungry swans
Of forgotten swans
Owl
The owl scritches alive
Except an owl sang half a mile
Arms of an owl nailed to the southern sky
An owl’s wings hovered, bare
An owl rises
An owl’s eyelids fall
The cold owls throwing
Who is he? A little white barn owl from Hudson’s bay
I want an owl to poise on my grave
Or at least send me the owl’s feather
Chicken
Chicken. How can I tell you what it is
Chicken. The sound is plain
The hens are still getting settled
Their women cluck like starved pullets
She chased the chickens out and swept the floor
And pitch the chickens’ heads to hungry dogs
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home
Swift
Look up and see the swift above the trees
What makes the chimney swift approach the sky
Swift. He hardly flies on brains
A mere barn swift
Quail (including bobwhites)
A quail implored a hollow for a home
The quail began to trill and flute away
And see the meadow where the quails lie down
And, when you sang, the quail began to cry
The whistle of stones, the quail’s cry in the grass
Hearing bobwhites flute their love
My master called for bobwhites on his knees
Or a bobwhite whistles invisibly
Dove
And a slow dove fluted for nothing
Of girl and dove
for the slow fluting doves
And the doves crackle out of doors
I can hear rabbits and mourning doves whispering together
Slope into whitecap doves
As the new eggs of the mourning dove
On the solitude of the mourning dove’s young
Heron
And the night-herons nests
Herons fly low too
The blue heron has gone there this evening
THE SMALL BLUE HERON
Crow
Indifferent to a solitary crow
Than a crow’s dreaming face
Other Birds
Quick parakeets trill in your heavy trees
Of the field mouse, hedgehog, moth and hawk
Canaries sung. Then everything was gone
Hobos, and whip-poor-wills
A gnat from a lark? Alone
A brilliant bluejay is springing up and down, up and
A pheasant flutters, and I turn
The Irish cockatoo
Butting the baby ducks before their climb