THE BLACK VULTURE
by: George Sterling (1869-1926)
 LOOF within
the day's enormous dome,
- He holds unshared the silence of the sky.
- Far down his bleak, relentless eyes descry
- The eagle's empire and the falcon's home--
- Far down, the galleons of sunset roam;
- His hazards on the sea of morning lie;
- Serene, he bears the broken tempest sigh
- Where cold sierras gleam like scattered foam.
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- And least of all he holds the human swarm--
- Unwitting now that envious men prepare
- To make their dream and its fulfillment one,
- When, poised above the caldrons of the storm,
- Their hearts, contemptuous of death, shall dare
- His roads between the thunder and the sun.
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"The Black Vulture" is
reprinted from Modern American Poetry. Ed. Louis Untermeyer.
New York: Harcourt, Brace & Howe, 1919. |
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