EAGLE
|EAGLE
The ravens fly in swarms
the eagle flies alone
—Luchino Visconti
So close to heaven
flies the eagle
lonely
as the poet
who patiently waits
the arrival of a verse
till the pen
finally scratches a few a few lines
still doubting
the sense
the idleness
of naming.
Germain Droogenbroodt
From: “In the Stream of Time, Meditations in the Himalayas”
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