Thursday, 3 September 2020

HAWK ROOSTING


 A Little Sparrowhawk watched from a Coral Tree in the garden as I had my morning coffee.

Some lines from the Ted Hughes's poem,
 "Hawk Roosting" ...

I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed
Inaction, no falsifying dream
Between my hooked head and hooked feet:
Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.

...

My feet are locked upon the rough bark.
It took the whole of Creation
To produce my foot, my each feather:
Now I hold Creation in my foot

...

...

The sun is behind me.
Nothing has changed since I began.
My eye has permitted no change.
I am going to keep things like this.


Click on the pic to read the entire poem.

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