The Wild Duck
John Masefield
1878 to 1967
Twilight; red in the west;
Dimness; a glow on the wood.
The teams plod home to rest.
The wild duck come to glean.
O souls not understood,
What a wild cry in the pool;
What things have the farm ducks seen
That they cry so, huddle and cry?
Only the soul that goes,
Eager, eager, flying,
Over the globe of the moon,
Over the wood that glows;
Wings linked; necks a-strain,
A rush and a wild crying.
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A cry of the long pain
In the reeds of a steel lagoon
In a land that no man knows.
John Masefield's The Wild Duck
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