Archive for June 6th, 2012

Wednesday, 6 June 2012

Hawk by David Campbell

The hawk’s shadow slides
Through summer grass
Tracing contour and hollow
To pause fluttering below
The hawk like a lover.

The hawk from its hover
Drops on a small

Animal in its shadow,
In this act devours
And renews itself.

Hawk, hawk,
Weld of thought and mineral,
Beautiful, catching the breath:
Hunter and lover spring
From the same source.


Date: 1979

By: David Campbell (1915-1979)