He Will Watch The Hawk
Poem By Stephen Spender
He will watch the hawk with an indifferent eye
Nor on those eagles that so feared him, now
Will strain his brow;
Weapons men use, stone, sling and strong-thewed bow
He will not know.
This aristocrat, superb of all instinct,
With death close linked,
Had paced the enormous cloud, almost had won
War on the sun;
Till now, like Icarus mid-ocean-frowned,
Hands, wings are found.