Man is a bird:
He rises on fine wings
Into the Heaven's clear light;
He flies away and sings—
There's music in his flight.
Man is a bird:
In swiftest speed he burns,
With twist and dive and leap;
A bird whose sudden turns
Can drive the frightened sheep.
Man is a bird:
Over the mountain high,
Whose head is in the skies,
Cut from its shoulder by
A cloud—the bird-man flies.
Man is a bird:
Eagles from mountain crag
Swooped down to prove his worth;
But now they rise to drag
Him down from Heaven to earth!
I am busy working to bring W. H. Davies's "The Bird-Man" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
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