The Heaven Of Animals – Poem by James Dickey

The Heaven Of Animals 

Here they are. The soft eyes open.
If they have lived in a wood
It is a wood.
If they have lived on plains
It is grass rolling
Under their feet forever.

Having no souls, they have come, 
Anyway, beyond their knowing.
Their instincts wholly bloom
And they rise.
The soft eyes open.

To match them, the landscape flowers, 
Outdoing, desperately
Outdoing what is required: 
The richest wood, 
The deepest field.

For some of these, 
It could not be the place 
It is, without blood.
These hunt, as they have done, 
But with claws and teeth grown perfect, 

More deadly than they can believe.
They stalk more silently, 
And crouch on the limbs of trees, 
And their descent
Upon the bright backs of their prey

May take years
In a sovereign floating of joy.
And those that are hunted 
Know this as their life, 
Their reward: to walk

Under such trees in full knowledge 
Of what is in glory above them, 
And to feel no fear, 
But acceptance, compliance.
Fulfilling themselves without pain

At the cycle’s center, 
They tremble, they walk
Under the tree, 
They fall, they are torn, 
They rise, they walk again.

by:James Dickey


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Road of Thought!

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Once on the side of road

Mixed voices like a roar

Hitting my ears

Echoing continuously

Uttering a monotonous sound

Like screaming of a

Restless cloud

That cloud was about to bring

Drops of gleeful spring

They were about to release

From the cage of gloomy womb

But in the middle of the way

They were hit my doubtful rays

That stopped them in their way

And they break their journey halfway

They deceived spring

They detached with other fellow beings

Because of this twisted turn

There was a flare roar

Not on the road

But inside me in the inner soul

That was screeching inside

Pronouncing vehemently

You have to accomplish

What you determined

Discard every thought

Of any compromise

You have to achieve your pie!

With Love!

Firdous Zahra

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the gift

stars.jpgscaling ladder
to night sky

rungs frost bit,

sides
flame tipped-

rested a 
bit.

stood, reached
further still

’til stretched too
far.

brushing dust
off tailing star.

plucked, bagged
then tagged

a gift for you.

symbolic, timeless
ode to bliss

 

response-

“What am I to do with
this?”

© Anthony Gorman 2017

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