Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WOUNDED VULTURE, by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA Poet's Biography First Line: A kingly vulture sat alone Last Line: Lost in the infinite. Subject(s): Fate; Grief; Time; Vultures; Destiny; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
A kingly vulture sat alone, Lord of the ruin round, Where Egypt's ancient monuments Upon the desert frowned. A hunter's eager eye had marked The form of that proud bird, And through the voiceless solitude His ringing shot was heard. It rent that vulture's plumed breast, Aimed with unerring hand, And his life-blood gushed warm and red Upon the yellow sand. No struggle marked the deadly wound, He gave no piercing cry, But calmly spread his giant wings, And sought the upper sky. In vain with swift pursuing shot The hunter seeks his prey, Circling and circling upward still On his majestic way. Up to the blue empyrean He wings his steady flight, Till his receding form is lost In the full flood of light. Oh wounded heart! oh suffering soul! Sit not with folded wing, Where broken dreams and ruined hopes Their mournful shadows fling. Outspread thy pinions like that bird, Take thou the path sublime, Beyond the flying shafts of Fate, Beyond the wounds of Time. Mount upward! brave the clouds and storms! Above life's desert plain There is a calmer, purer air, A heaven thou, too, may'st gain. And as that dim, ascending form Was lost in day's broad light, So shall thine earthly sorrows fade, Lost in the Infinite. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS AB ASTRIS by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA |
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