Thursday, May 20, 2010

The Hawk / Raymond Knister

The Hawk

Across the bristled and sallow fields,
The speckled stubble of cut clover,
Wades your shadow.
Or against a grimy and tattered
You plunge.
Or you shear a swath
From the trembling tiny forests
With the steel of your wings
Or make a row of waves
By the heat of your flight
Along the soundless horizon.

Raymond Knister (1889-1932)

[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the European Union]

Raymond Knister biography

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