The Poetry Corner

The Bird-Man

By William Henry Davies

Man is a bird: He rises on fine wings Into the Heaven's clear light; He flies away and sings, There's music in his flight. Man is a bird: In swiftest speed he burns, With twist and dive and leap; A bird whose sudden turns Can drive the frightened sheep. Man is a bird: Over the mountain high, Whose head is in the skies, Cut from its shoulder by A cloud, the bird-man flies. Man is a bird: Eagles from mountain crag Swooped down to prove his worth; But now they rise to drag Him down from Heaven to earth!