Submit Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

The Hawk and the Babe

 [Dedicated to Raymond Radclyffe]

I am that hawk of gold
Proud in adamantine poise
On the pillars of torqoise,
See,beyond the starry fold,
Where a darkling orb is rolled.
There, beneath a grove of yew, Plays a babe.
Should I despise Such a foam of gold, and eyes Burning beryline, so blue That the sun seems peeping through? Did I swwop, were Heaven amazed? With my beak I strike but once; Out there leap a million suns.
Through the universe that blazed Screams theit light, and death is dazed.
In my womb the babe may leap; Seek him not within my eye! Nor demand thou of me why I should plunge from crystal steep Like a plummet to the deep! See yon solitary star! What a world of blackness wraps Round it! Unimagined gaps! Let it be! Content thy car With the voyage to things that are! Nor, an thou perchance behold How I plunge and batten on Earth's exentrate carrion, Deem torquoise match midden-mould Or deny the Hawk of Gold!

Poem by
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - The Hawk and the BabeEmail Poem | Create an image from this poem

Top Aleister Crowley Poems

Analysis and Comments on The Hawk and the Babe

Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem The Hawk and the Babe here.