The pilot, returned, sees the village Unwrap itself in slow motion Releasing its nameless people into history, On film. But he is still up there, Dreaming, With his toy gun Lying in the high grass At 40,000 feet. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 4 by THOMAS CAMPION THE OLD VIOLIN by MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN PERVERSITY by EVA K. ANGLESBURG A SCHOOL ECLOGUE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD CRICKET ON THE HEARTH by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER BETWEEN SLEEP AND WAKING by MATHILDE BLIND BEAUTIFUL HANDS by INA LADD BROWN THE EAGLE OF CORINTH by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: A REMEMBRANCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |