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Vulture

I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare

Above the ocean.

I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling     high up in heaven,

And presently it passed again, but lower and nearer, its orbit     narrowing,     I understood

That I was under inspection.

I lay death-still and heard the flight-

Whistle above me and make their circle and come nearer.

I could see the naked red head between the great

Bear downward staring.

I said, "My dear bird, we are wasting time     here.

These old bones will still work; they are not for you." But how     beautiful     he looked, gliding

On those great sails; how beautiful he looked, veering away in the     sea-light     over the precipice.

I tell you

That I was sorry to have disappointed him.

To be eaten by that beak     and     become part of him, to share those wings and those eyes—What a sublime end of one's body, what and enskyment; what a life     after death.

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Robinson Jeffers

John Robinson Jeffers (January 10, 1887 – January 20, 1962) was an American poet, known for his work about the central California coast. Much of…

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