Wings (verse)
Ward, Leo R.
Wings A buzzard that hangs In the clean heavens Watching the earth for carrion. Thunderbirds at evening Loping down the skyWhere the red west turns yellow, Then green, then grey, Then...
...And the wings of my whitest dreams Are ribbed, underneath, like those of a bat...
...Thunderbirds at evening Loping down the skyWhere the red west turns yellow, Then green, then grey, Then takes those great wings into its darkness...
...Leo R. Ward...
...And myself is an ugly thing Often obscuring the pale light That I live by...
...I have no right to wonder That God has given wings To such ignoble things...
...Bats in black orchards, Rushing and circling till morning...
...A loon, that stops for a long moment In the moon...
...Sometimes, out of my very heart I see something like the naked, red head of a buzzard, Stretched, hungry for unworthy things...
Vol. 12 • May 1930 • No. 4
