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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow; and men deserted the streets for their houses in search of warmth, while the north wind probed in contemplation of laying waste the gardens. There in the suburb stood an old hut heavily laden with snow and on the verge of falling. In a dark recess of that hovel was a poor bed in which a dying youth was lying, staring at the dim light of his oil lamp, made to flicker by the entering winds. He a man in the spring of life who foresaw fully that the peaceful hour of freeing himself from the clutches of life was fast nearing. He was awaiting Death's visit gratefully, and upon his pale face appeared the dawn of hope; and on his lops a sorrowful smile; and in his eyes forgiveness.
He was poet perishing from hunger in the city of living rich. He was placed in the earthly world to enliven the heart of man with his beautiful and profound sayings. He as noble soul, sent by the Goddess of Understanding to soothe and make gentle the human spirit. But alas! He gladly bade the cold earth farewell without receiving a smile from its strange occupants.
In a beautiful butterfly,
Your face comes so true to me.
Through a pretty butterfly
Their shadow dims the sunshine of our day,
As they go lumbering across the sky,
Squawking in joy of feeling safe on high,
Beating their heavy wings of owlish gray.
Birds are flyin' south for winter.
Here's the Weird-Bird headin' north,
Wings a-flappin', beak a-chatterin',
Cold head bobbin' back 'n' forth.
Speak not, to me, of mundane things,
The daily chores, which dull the mind,
But converse with a gentle voice that sings,
As if all the golden thoughts you find,
WAS this His coming! I had hoped to see
A scene of wondrous glory, as was told
Of some great God who in a rain of gold
I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling
high up in heaven,
And presently it passed again, but lower and nearer, its orbit
The wild duck startles like a sudden thought,
And heron slow as if it might be caught.
The flopping crows on weary wings go by
And grey beard jackdaws noising as they fly.
Pale blues and whites, puff and fluff spinning turning, my world is churning round round round. Falling faster, whistling, on my slender body, down down down. The sun burns through my feathery shimmer, burning burning burning. My wings are limp I cannot raise, my efforts are in vain. I see the trees forming below, blurry breeze blurry breeze. I swiftly fall I cannot stop the hot pain sears through me hot hot hot: wait, the sun is far above, too far too far to cause my pain, free falling out of control, down down down, the ground looms near I try to halt, try to spread my wings, oh my wings; oh my wings won't budge; the ground rises up so fast, so fast, I thump down jolted, on the earth! My blinking eyes, blink, blink, blink, as life drains from me slowly. blood spills from my beak, my beak while the sun beams down on my feathery down i die I die so meek.
Poems about Icarus
These are poems about Icarus, flying and flights of fancy...
In the world of sorrow, dreadful plight
The Wings of Fire took its flight.
"A great relief", said future. Sigh!
As it reached the sky and high.
He wore wings made of cardboard
Fidgeting, waiting to cross a busy freeway
Torn dirty jeans and a faded sports jersey
Rubbing his cracked hands together, perhaps he just got off work
Wings of is carried me through
I go any where l want to
It takes me here and there
I can go any where
by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
A long time ago, when each of the sky's star,
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