Poem by Hazel Hall

Flight

A BIRD may curve across the sky--
A feather of dusk, a streak of song;
And save a space and a bird to fly
There may be nothing all day long.

Flying through a cloud-made place
A bird may tangle east and west,
Maddened with going, crushing space
With the arrow of its breast.

Though never wind nor motion bring
It back again from indefinite lands,
The thin blue shadow of its wing
May cross and cross above your hands. 

1. The Circle
2. Before Quiet
3. Flash
4. Mending
5. Sunlight Through A Window

Rupert Brooke Flight ("Voices out of the shade that cried")

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