Gulls when they fly move in a liquid arc; Still head; and wings that bend above the breast, Covering its glitter with a cloak of dark, Gulls fly; so would at last toward balm and rest, Remembering wings, the desperate leave their earth, Bear from their earth what there was ruinous-crossed, Peace from distress, and love from nothing-worth, Fast at the heart, its jewels of dear cost. Gulls go up hushed to that entrancing flight, With never a feather of all the body stirred; So in an air less rare than longing might The dream of flying lift a marble bird. Desire it is that flies; then wings are freight, That only bear the feathered heart no weight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE LIFE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MNEMOSYNE by TRUMBULL STICKNEY THE ARTILLERYMAN'S VISION by WALT WHITMAN SOUTH STATE STREET, CHICAGO by MAXWELL BODENHEIM SONG by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE MELTING POT by BERTON BRALEY THREE MINUS ONE (REFRAIN SUGGESTED BY DR. RICHARD HOFFMAN) by BERTON BRALEY |