soaring on a sea of air
the falcon knows an ecstasy
that birth denied to you and me
it has no enemy but death
and it is unaware of fear
its kingdom is the atmosphere
it lives a moment at a time
and never looks beyond today
it conquers all that comes its way
but then it must return to earth
denied a final victory
for even kings must pay a fee
perhaps not so unlike a man
there comes a time for it to die
and leave the sanctity of sky
we too must fall eventually
to find the falcon's resting place
and greet the falconer with grace
I like the poem. I'm not much of a classicist. I don't why. As I started reading this I immediately started rearranging it in my mind as a villanelle. Not strict, no concern with rhyme. Just the repetition of the 1st and 3rd lines in the proper places. It actually works pretty well that way. No offense meant to the poem as you've written it, I like it. It's good. Sometimes my mind just has a mind of its own, that's all.
No offense taken. Thanks for reading and commenting. Glad you like it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How beautifully elaborated. The theme of life and death cannot be presented more wisely. I love the image of a falcon enjoying perfect freedom in flying but like all things mortal, he must come down too. A great piece of writing. A huge 10.
Thanks. Everything is alive, but also everything that lives, dies.