Kathleen Jamie, da “Falco e ombra”

Kathleen Jamie

Hawk and Shadow

I watched a hawk
glide low across the hill,
her own dark shape
in her talons like a kill.

She tilted her wings,
fell into the air –
the shadow coursed on
without her, like a hare.

Being out of sorts
with my so-called soul,
part unhooked hawk,
part shadow on parole,

I played fast and loose:
keeping one in sight
while forsaking the other.
The hawk gained height:

her mate on the ground
began to fade,
till hill and sky were empty,
and I was afraid.
Osservavo un falco
planare lento lungo il pendio,
la sua forma scura
negli artigli come una preda. Continua a leggere