The Falcons
Read 'The Falcons' by 'W S Merwin' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
There were years when I knew
the flower in the red stone walls
now in the courtyard where I have returned with you
we drink the wine of visitors
the temperature of the cellars
dusk is welling
out of the dried blood of the masonry
no hour remains on the sundial
by now the owls of the tower corners
are waking on their keepers' fists
but it is still day
out in the air
and three falcons appear there
over the courtyard
no feathers on heads or breasts
and they fly down to us
to our wrists and between them
then hover and perch just above us
keeping us in sight
waiting
they are waiting for us
this time they will come with us
when we leave the island
tonight for the rest of our lives
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