It fills the sky like wind made visible And given voice like drums through amplifiers. Too great a terror to be lost on death Remembering that all our dreams are fliers This terror, cannoned as the hawk is billed, Taloned with lusty boys who love their toy, Mounts on the living energy of grace Whose passing cracks on burning lathes of joy. Piston by piston the made fumes of flight Frenzy the startled air her passing sears Fast as a head can turn from East to West She summons distances and disappears That moment only - glancing up and gone - And see, her boy outburns the burning year And we are clod and pasture fixed upon Her birth above the hills like a crowd's cheer | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN AUGUST MIDNIGHT by THOMAS HARDY THE WILD SWANS AT COOLE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE WOOD THRUSH by SUSAN SHARP ADAMS BRUCE: INTRODUCTION by JOHN BARBOUR BETWEEN SLEEP AND WAKING by MATHILDE BLIND |