Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE HAWK, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES


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First Line: Thou dost not fly, thou art not perched
Last Line: It knows not flowers from stones.
Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H.
Subject(s): Birds; Hawks


Thou dost not fly, thou art not perched,
The air is all around:
What is it that can keep thee set,
From falling to the ground?
The concentration of thy mind
Supports thee in the air;
As thou dost watch the small young birds,
With such a deadly care.

My mind has such a hawk as thou,
It is an evil mood;
It comes when there's no cause for grief,
And on my joys doth brood.
Then do I see my life in parts;
The earth receives my bones,
The common air absorbs my mind --
It knows not flowers from stones.





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