To Beachey 1912

 RIDING against the east,
A veering, steady shadow
Purrs the motor-call
Of the man-bird
Ready with the death-laughter
In his throat
And in his heart always
The love of the big blue beyond.


Only a man,
A far fleck of shadow on the east
Sitting at ease
With his hands on a wheel
And around him the large gray wings.

Hold him, great soft wings,
Keep and deal kindly, O wings,
With the cool, calm shadow at the wheel.

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