Here you will find thePoemYou And I Saw Hawks Exchanging The Preyof poet James Wright
They did the deed of darkness In their own mid-light. He plucked a gray field mouse Suddenly in the wind. The small dead fly alive Helplessly in his beak, His cold pride, helpless. All she receives is life. They are terrified. They touch. Life is too much. She flies away sorrowing. Sorrowing, she goes alone. Then her small falcon, gone. Will not rise here again. Smaller than she, he goes Claw beneath claw beneath Needles and leaning boughs, While she, the lovelier Of these brief differing two, Floats away sorrowing, Tall as my love for you, And almost lonelier. Delighted in the delighting, I love you in mid-air, I love myself the ground. The great wings sing nothing Lightly. Lightly fall.
