A SADDLE cornfield burnished Van Gogh-bright, a tumble of clashing rooks, rooks regathering their rapscallion squadrons; their independent flight to the harbour oak, to flap a dismissive wing and caw themselves surfeited of the battle-game. Through thinnest blue the silver, rigid birds unwaveringly trace their pencilled aim at France; their unrelenting voice is heard like a tiny shaking of the firmament. And evening, and the sunlight's luxury spent to the afterglow; just now night sent her horsemen, chilly-javelined, brushing by, probing the valley. Above the valley swells a longer wind through that remoter sky — wind bursting the tufty clouds to particles, drawn fragile beyond visibility. An incurious hawk floats, shivers, floats again, and rides the evening on a loosened rein. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE SON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A MID-DAY DREAMER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE SUICIDE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 1. SEATTLE by CLARENCE MAJOR STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 3. WASHINGTON, D.C. by CLARENCE MAJOR STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 5. MARYLAND by CLARENCE MAJOR |