A month with Yeats: Day Six

Today’s quote is from The Cold Heaven, by W.B. Yeats and is inspired by watching the hawk that perches every day on the overhead electricity cable that runs over the field boundary, surveying his or her hunting ground.

 

‘Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven’

Photo ©Tim Sträter

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The hawk on the wire looks down

Upon the world of creeping things,

Regards with lordly indifference the rest.

Above his head, the sweep of sky,

Fills with wind and billowed cloud.

Soon the rain of leaves will cease,

Fallen gold will crisp to silver in the night,

And on the snow, the red of berry-blood.

The hawk on the swaying wire

Peers, the daylight hours waning,

And in the frozen wastes of the world,

Spies the warm beating of a tiny heart.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

38 thoughts on “A month with Yeats: Day Six”

  1. This is just so ….. I can feel the cold and see the coming of winter. The tiny heart sacrificed by nature for a higher heart to survive…. Cruel but nesacary. 💜

    1. We tend to get upset and self-righteous about sweet liddle mouses getting eaten by big cruel birdies, then tuck into our lamb chops. As you say, it’s part of nature. I’m not sure that industrial abattoirs are.

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