Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Poetry Tuesday: "Evening Hawk" by Robert Penn Warren



Evening Hawk

--Robert Penn Warren


From plane of light to plane, wings dipping through
Geometries and orchids that the sunset builds,
Out of the peak's black angularity of shadow, riding
The last tumultuous avalanche of
Light above pines and the guttural gorge,
The hawk comes.
His wing
Scythes down another day, his motion
Is that of the honed steel-edge, we hear
The crashless fall of stalks of Time.

The head of each stalk is heavy with the gold of our error.

Look! Look! he is climbing the last light
Who knows neither Time nor error, and under
Whose eye, unforgiving, the world, unforgiven, swings
Into shadow.

Long now,
The last thrush is still, the last bat
Now cruises in his sharp hieroglyphics.His wisdom
Is ancient, too, and immense.The star
Is steady, like Plato, over the mountain.

If there were no wind we might, we think, hear
The earth grind on its axis, or history
Drip in darkness like a leaking pipe in the cellar.


45 comments:

Mr. Stupid said...

That's a lovely poem. Thanks for sharing...:)

Feeling Just Right said...

I love those photographs! Such amazing clarity. Thanks Bet! :)

p.s. Hope you have a beautiful day!

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Carol said...

What a wonderful post. The photos are so sharp. The poem way too creative. Have a great day.

Daisy said...

Great pictures! Love the poem too!

JennyMac said...

Great poetry and pics!

Madi and Mom said...

Beautiful Bossy Betty pictures and we enjoyed the poem too. It was a new one for us...we like learning.
Madi and Mom

Pearl said...

Lovely. I do have a soft spot for birds of prey!

Pearl

Hilary said...

Always a thrill to see one.. and more so to capture such a great shot such as these.

Old Kitty said...

What an amazingly complex poem. The hawk seen in the evening - gliding and swooping and using all the elements of the air to dominate the night skies.

There are echoes of time passing of our "error" at not seeing this time pass.

The Hawk is a harbinger of death to the thrush and the bat but there is no emotion here - a hawk is doing what comes naturally as does "Time" passing - both ancient in their wisdom - and we ignore this (our "error") because maybe we do not listen enough as the hawk does.

Lovely, lovely!

Take care
x

Ally said...

Beautiful, you have some super zoomage on that camera, Betty!

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Georgina Dollface said...

The last three lines are my favourite! Thanks for sharing the poem. - G

Christina Lee said...

so lovely

Michelle Faith said...

That's an awesome poem. We have lots a hawks around here, they sit on the power lines waiting. We once had 2 hawks flying over our house in loops, turns out we had a injured duck in our back yard.

Writing Without Periods! said...

Lovely poem and photos. Thanks for sharing.
Mary

TS Hendrik said...

Great poem, but I love those shots. Something magnificent about it sitting on the light.

Joe Cap said...

Love the hawk!

Marlene said...

Ok - honestly - I know very little about poetry. (Honestly, I know very little about a lot...heeee.)

What I do know, however, is this bird is a majestic beautiful creature - and I LOVE the shot!

Aging Mommy said...

Lovely pictures, beautiful birds

Ms. Anthropy said...

Great photo!

Medeia Sharif said...

I never read this poem before. Thanks for sharing it and the pics.

Joey @ Big Teeth and Clouds said...

I worry about my shih tzu getting carried away when I see those things.

Pat Tillett said...

great poem and beautiful photos. I hope everybody enlarged them. Amazing...pure predator!

Ann said...

Awesome pictures of the hawk, what a magnificent creature

blueviolet said...

I wish I could write poetry like you. Wonderful!

Talli Roland said...

Beautiful photos... and poem! I always feel so uplifted when I pop by your blog.

WhisperingWriter said...

I love the photos.

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ASBLACKASOBAMA said...

Such a majestic creature....

Joann Mannix said...

What a noble poem. We have hawks in our backyard and to watch them is pure majesty. Sometimes it's a little tough to watch as they swoop down upon the birds of the lake and choose a tasty morsel from the pack. Such is the circle of life.

And one more thing . . . I won the contest. I submitted my query today. It will be critiqued on a blog written by 2 authors who help unpublished authors find their way in the world of publication. Thank you so much Betty, for all your help.

Alissa said...

What a noble looking bird.

Kazzy said...

We get lots of hawks around here. They are so noticeable in the sky.

The Retired One said...

Outstanding, crystal clear photo of the hawk..just wonderful! I have yet to be able to capture one with my shutter....great job!

faye said...

Great capture of the Hawk and a
wonderful poem . I find the
hawks fascinating and elusive to
photograph.

Pat said...

Love the photos of the hawk. I figure it's always a good day when I spot a hawk. :)

DrSoosie said...

Poetry and photos..how diverse your blog is. Love visiting here. Hope you had a great day!

Muthering Heights said...

Wow that's quite a stirring poem!

Betty said...

Just popped in to let you know there will be a little something for you at my blog tomorrow. Hope you have time to "pick it up". :)

Lourie said...

There is a hawk that likes to perch on the tree behind our fence. I have never been able to capture it. These are amazing.

Julie said...

What a great photo. WHile I think hawks are lovely they scare me a little. They enjoy some cat for dinner..or so I've been told!! We see them swooping around on occasion and I always wonder if they are stalking my cats!!

The Empress said...

I love it when you do a poem for us, Betty.

I am in love with poetry.

Thank you.

Tabor said...

Congrats on POTW and love these hawk shots! They sit so elegant like Marines on guard.

slommler said...

Beautiful poem and pictures. I just love watching the hawks soar in the skies. Just breathtaking!!
Hugs
SueAnn

Betty Manousos:cutand-dry.blogspot.com said...

With the gold of our error...
Love it!
Lovely poem, Betty.
Thanks for sharing it!
B xx

Tracy said...

Wow, the photos of that hawk are just too cool. I saw one on a lightpost awhile back, but he was too far away to photograph and I was TOO DAMNED LAZY TO WALK OVER THERE. Like, what if he was gone by the time I got there? I should have been thinking "What if he wasn't?"