SKIRTING the river road (my forenoon walk, my rest), Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles, The rushing amorous contact high in space together, The clinching interlocking claws, a living, fierce, gyrating wheel, Four beating wings, two beaks, a swirling mass tight grappling, In tumbling turning clustering loops, straight downward falling, Till o'er the river poised, the twain yet one, a moment's lull, A motionless still balance in the air, then parting, talons loosing, Upward again on slow-firm pinions slanting, their separate diverse flight, She hers, he his, pursuing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLOWERY ALCHEMIST by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PERCH FISHING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 13 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SORDELLO: BOOK 5 by ROBERT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: FAILURE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |