YE aspiring ones, listen to the story of the unknown Who lies here with no stone to mark the place. As a boy reckless and wanton, Wandering with gun in hand through the forest Near the mansion of Aaron Hatfield, I shot a hawk perched on the top Of a dead tree. He fell with guttural cry At my feet, his wing broken. Then I put him in a cage Where he lived many days cawing angrily at me When I offered him food. Daily I search the realms of Hades For the soul of the hawk, That I may offer him the friendship Of one whom life wounded and caged. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: FLEECING TIME by EDITH SITWELL THE KISS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR REVEL by ABUL HASAN OF SANTA MARIA AND LOCUSTS BLOOM TOMORROW by MILDRED TELFORD BARNWELL THE NUN AT COURT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE HARVEST by MARY MORGAN BUCKNER |