Cooper’s Hawk Atop The Sabino Canyon Visitors Flag Pole, December 14, 2011 — Image by kenne
The Hawk
William Butler Yeats
Call down the hawk from the air;
Let him be hooded or caged
Till the yellow eye has grown mild,
For larder and spit are bare,
The old cook enraged,
The scullion gone wild.
I will not be clapped in a hood,
Nor a cage, nor alight upon wrist,
Now I have learnt to be proud
Hovering over the wood
In the broken mist Or tumbling cloud.
What tumbling cloud did you cleave,
Yellow-eyed hawk of the mind,
Last evening? that I, who had sat
Dumbfounded before a knave,
Should give to my friend
A pretence of wit.
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Kenne,
Thank you for all of the fantastic e-mails and photos you send to me. I have been housebound for several months, have not been able to hike so I really do enjoy what you send me.
Happy and joyous holidays, Gloria Mossburg