The Hawk

William Butler Yeats

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"CALL down the hawk from the air;
Let him be hooded or caged
Till the yellow eye has grown mild,
For larder and spit are bare,
The old cook enraged,
The scullion gone wild.'
"I will not be clapped in a hood,
Nor a cage, nor alight upon wrist,
Now I have learnt to be proud
Hovering over the wood
In the broken mist
Or tumbling cloud.'
"What tumbling cloud did you cleave,
Yellow-eyed hawk of the mind,
Last evening? that I, who had sat
Dumbfounded before a knave,
Should give to my friend
A pretence of wit.'

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  • giselle17u

    Always swept away by Yeatsโ€™ lyrical prowess. This one spoke volumes about independence and pride. His ability to give voice to an animal and mirror human feelings is just captivating. Sends a powerful message about not being confined and living free. Worth a read, folks! ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ“–โœจ