Try as you might there's nothing you can do about bird shadows except try to head them off and abruptly stop, letting them pass by in peace. Looking up and down at the very same moment is difficult for a single-eyed man. The ones coming behind you, often cautious crows or ravens, strike hard against the back and nape nerve. Like most of life your wariness is useless. You wobble slightly dumbstruck, queasy, then watch the shadow flit across the brown wind-tormented grass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHARLES AUGUSTUS FORTESCUE by HILAIRE BELLOC SEA GODS: 3 by HILDA DOOLITTLE THE ARMADA; A FRAGMENT by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY MAY (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IMAGES: 4 by RICHARD ALDINGTON THE WASPS: THE TRIAL OF THE DOG by ARISTOPHANES |