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Hawk Roosting Analysis

The poem is narrated from the perspective of a hawk. It describes how the hawk sits atop trees with its eyes closed, rehearsing hunts. It views the air, sunlight, and earth's surface as advantages for inspection and hunting. The hawk believes the entire natural world exists for its use and that it can kill wherever and whenever it wants. It asserts its predatory right over all living things below.

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Hawk Roosting Analysis

The poem is narrated from the perspective of a hawk. It describes how the hawk sits atop trees with its eyes closed, rehearsing hunts. It views the air, sunlight, and earth's surface as advantages for inspection and hunting. The hawk believes the entire natural world exists for its use and that it can kill wherever and whenever it wants. It asserts its predatory right over all living things below.

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HAWK ROOSTING

I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.


Inaction, no falsifying dream
Between my hooked head and hooked feet:
Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.

The convenience of the high trees!


The air's buoyancy and the sun's ray
Are of advantage to me;
And the earth's face upward for my inspection.

My feet are locked upon the rough bark.


It took the whole of Creation
To produce my foot, my each feather:
Now I hold Creation in my foot

Or fly up, and revolve it all slowly -


I kill where I please because it is all mine.
There is no sophistry in my body:
My manners are tearing off heads -

The allotment of death.


For the one path of my flight is direct
Through the bones of the living.
No arguments assert my right:

The sun is behind me.


Nothing has changed since I began.
My eye has permitted no change.
I am going to keep things like this.

This poem is told from the point of view of a hawk. The hawk details all the things in

nature that are available to him. He perches in the tall trees, sleeping and looking for his prey. He

believes all that is around him exists for him and only him. He revels in his predatory nature,

fearing nothing and staking his claim on everything. He sees himself as almost god-like and all

that is around him is the way it is because he deems it to be that way.

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