Friday, 30 May 2008

Vulture . by Robinson Jeffers

I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling
high up in heaven,
And presently it passed again, but lower and nearer, its orbit
I understood then
That I was under inspection. I lay death-still and heard the flight-
Whistle above me and make their circle and come nearer.
I could see the naked red head between the great wings
Bear downward staring. I said, 'My dear bird, we are wasting time
These old bones will still work; they are not for you.' But how
he looked, gliding down
On those great sails; how beautiful he looked, veering away in the
over the precipice. I tell you solemnly
That I was sorry to have disappointed him. To be eaten by that beak
become part of him, to share those wings and those eyes--
What a sublime end of one's body, what an enskyment; what a life
after death.


Anonymous said...

Thank you Wren - I had forgotten that piece. Robinson Jeffers has long been one of my favorite writers, but I have nod read his work in a long time.

Anonymous said...

Lovely piece ....

And longing for a lovely peace....

How we wish for an 'enskyment' for a person dear to both of us - may he fly free soon.

Love - Old Crone xxx

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malakyte said...

Sorry i missed your Rezz day Wren. I hope it was a happy one.

And i love this poem. Thank you for sharing it.