Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE EAGLE FLIES; A SONNET SEQUENCE: 16. THE EAGLE'S MATE, by CLEMENT WOOD Poet's Biography First Line: Not a soft breast to ease my tired head Last Line: When was there eagle's mate, that could not fly? Subject(s): Birds; Eagles | ||||||||
Not a soft breast to ease my tired head, Not a soft brain by which my own must glitter, Not a mere woman for a restless bed, Who kneels before such ancient shameful clatter As "Man is woman's lord!" "Let man play freely With lesser women, while his mate chills pure!" I hold that such a one is far from holy, An anemic relic impossible to endure. I face the world, sword out, the wall at my back: Who stands beside me with her bared blade? I step like dusk the shyest woodland track: Who drifts by me through sun-glow and shade? My winged breast cleaves clouds, and warms the sky: When was there eagle's mate, that could not fly? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE TO NOTHING by CAROLYN KIZER FOR THE LAST WOLVERINE by JAMES DICKEY THE EAGLE OF THE BLUE by HERMAN MELVILLE THE EAGLE; A FRAGMENT by ALFRED TENNYSON THE DALLIANCE OF THE EAGLES by WALT WHITMAN THE EAGLE AND THE MOLE by ELINOR WYLIE MYRMIDONES: THE WOUNDED EAGLE by AESCHYLUS |
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