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Talon · 12-31-2014, 11:22 AM

On Thought in Harness
By Edna St. Vincent Millay

My falcon to my wrist
Returns
From no high air.
I sent her towards the sun that burns
Above the mist,
But she has not been there.

Her talons are not cold, her beak
Is closed upon no wonder,
Her head stinks of its hood, her feathers reek
Of me, that quake at the thunder.

Degraded bird, I give you back your eyes forever, ascend now
whither you are tossed,
Forsake this wrist, forsake this rhyme,
Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen,
depart, be lost,
But climb.

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12-31-2014, 11:22 AM	#11
Talon Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Divine Feminine Preferred Pronoun?: . Join Date: Oct 2011 Location: . Posts: 4,921 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 16,246 Thanked 10,223 Times in 3,305 Posts Rep Power: 21474855	On Thought in Harness By Edna St. Vincent Millay My falcon to my wrist Returns From no high air. I sent her towards the sun that burns Above the mist, But she has not been there. Her talons are not cold, her beak Is closed upon no wonder, Her head stinks of its hood, her feathers reek Of me, that quake at the thunder. Degraded bird, I give you back your eyes forever, ascend now whither you are tossed, Forsake this wrist, forsake this rhyme, Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen, depart, be lost, But climb.