To eagles...

[SlavaOn]

I hope you will enjoy reading this poem as much as I enjoyed writing it...

To eagles.

Come here the eagles
My feathered friends
Come here to teach me
Your high-flying dance

When you’re leisurely circling
Up high in the sky
My heart is yearning
I don’t know why

Come here to teach me
The eagles’ parlance
Your secret handshake
That will give me a chance

When my spirit soars
Leaving Earth behind
To the eagles’ tribe
I will be assigned

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SlavaOn

 

[latulipenoire]

I hope you will enjoy reading this poem as much as I enjoyed writing it...

To eagles.

Come here the eagles
My feathered friends
Come here to teach me
Your high-flying dance

When you’re leisurely circling
Up high in the sky
My heart is yearning
I don’t know why

Come here to teach me
The eagles’ parlance
Your secret handshake
That will give me a chance

When my spirit soars
Leaving Earth behind
To the eagles’ tribe
I will be assigned

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SlavaOn

I've enjoyed reading your poem, SlavaOn! I'm glad you've shared it here. By a chance association it made me remember about a pair of eagles mentioned in Robert Fagles' translation of the homeric Odyssey, from the second book:

And to seal his prayer, farseeing Zeus sent down a sign.
He launched two eagles soaring high from a mountain ridge
and down they glided, borne on the wind's draft a moment,
wing to wingtip, pinions straining taut till just
above the assembly's throbbing hum they whirled,
suddenly, wings thrashing, wild onslaught of wings
and banking down at the crowd's heads — a glaring, fatal sign —
talons slashing each other, tearing cheeks and throats
they swooped away on the right through homes and city.
All were dumbstruck, watching the eagles trail from sight,
people brooding, deeply, what might come to pass ...
Until the old warrior Halitherses,
Master's son, broke the silence for them:
the one who outperformed all men of his time
at reading bird-signs, sounding out the omens,
rose and spoke, distraught for each man there:
"Hear me, men of Ithaca! Hear what 1 have to say,
though my revelations strike the suitors first of all —
a great disaster is rolling like a breaker toward their heads.
Clearly Odysseus won't be far from loved ones any longer —
now, right now, he's somewhere near, 1 tell you,
breeding bloody death for all these suitors here,
pains aplenty too for the rest of us who live
in Ithaca's sunlit air.