Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SPANISH WINGS: A LEAF FROM A LOG BOOK, by H. BABCOCK First Line: Dropping down through tired skies Last Line: Our bodies gorged with the blood of legions. Subject(s): Aviation & Aviators; Spanish Civil War (1936-1939); Airplanes; Air Pilots | ||||||||
Dropping down through tired skies; The wires sighing above the propeller-whispers; The cooling wind pouring over the windshield grass; Our ships are dropping into the valley Over the gleaming tile of scattered roof-tops And abbey spires. A moon, already far beyond the last retreat of day Is rising in its bloom. We are sleek carnivorous birds Whistling down to a haven among the hills, Our bodies gorged with the blood of legions. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LEARNERS by RANDALL JARRELL AERO-LAUGHTER by ROBERT MCALMON CONSUMMATION by ROBERT MCALMON NAVY FIELD by WILLIAM MEREDITH READING MY POEMS FROM WORLD WAR II by WILLIAM MEREDITH LONELY EAGLES by MARILYN NELSON SPANISH WINGS: SENOR by H. BABCOCK |
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