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
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.