Poem: ‘A Sparrow-Hawk’
Ted Hughes, 17 March 1983
Slips from the eye-corner – overtaking Your first thought.
Through your mulling gaze over haphazard earth The sun’s cooled carbon wing Whets the eyebeam.
Those eyes in their helmet Still wired direct To the nuclear core – they alone
Laser the lark-shaped hole In the lark’s song.
We find the earth-tied spurs, among soft ashes. And maybe we find him
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