The Hawk Poem by Max Reif
The Hawk
The hawk glides
above the massive hill,
alone but not lonely,
small shepherd of the great sky,
moving razor of divide,
bold will expressed
in perfect passivity
as it rides currents —
a wing
and an eye
I wouldn't say elegant. I'd say the imagery is not cold...More fierce. And there is a sense of awe I really like in your words. It's a wonderful poem Max! X's and O's
Max, your descriptives in here are grand..This is an elegant poem.~~~~marci.~~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 5:57:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is the essence of a mighty hawk...and a poem in its own right. Lovely, parred down work, Max. Raynette