Song of the Loser
Lonely hawk who carry
the match of your far
shadow;
your fixed cry names you.
Your far match,
my shadow more than my shadow,
Far.
My high cry names you.
Because I wished to fly,
your shadow is my shadow.
Far.
Your sharp cry names me.
Hawk; I, a man, carry
the match of my shadow
far.
My long cry names me.
Structure
16 lines · 4 stanzas