The Eagle and I
Across the waters, still and cool and high
Somewhere in the horizon, somewhere far
I saw that eagle fly beyond the skies
She had her shoulders with the sun's rays clad.
I sat on the rotting log by the tree
From which my lonely friend from my sight flew
Brown worms and black ants clogged round my bare feet
While that eagle soared out of my view.
I heard my name from between the branches
On a weary head, I lifted my eyes
And there was my old friend staring at me
While two black ants dribbled across my thighs.
It was a good night, that night in the fields
When the spirits slept, the sun was in cloak
'Carry me o eagle on your next trip'
But as she came down, from my dream I woke.
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Comments about this poem (The Eagle and I by DUW Robinson )
- Looks matter in affection., Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
- Pain, Robert Lansing
- मन, Aftab Alam
- The sacrifice, Mark Heathcote
- ये कैसा शहर है, Aftab Alam
- कुछ कह नहीं पाता, Aftab Alam
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- Friends and foes, gajanan mishra
- Out There, Fatima Nusairat
- Immortal world, gajanan mishra
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