At Grass by Philip LarkinThe eye can hardly pick them outFrom the cold shade they shelter in,Till wind distresses tail and mane;Then one crops grass, and moves about- The other seeming to look on -And stands anonymous againYet fifteen years ago, perhapsTwo dozen distances sufficedTo fable them: faint afternoonsOf Cups and Stakes and Handicaps,Whereby their …
When such as I cast out remorse So great a sweetness flows into the breast We must laugh and we must sing, We are blest by everything, Everything we look upon is blessed. ~ William Butler Yeats Vain regrets about the past are meaningless. They shackle you to the past, deflect the currents of forgiveness …
A friend of mine asked what it was like to work with a wild hawk. I had to think for a minute as there are few words that adequately clothe the sacred bond that can emerge between bird and falconer. The first word that came to mind was "noble." Hawks, and I am sure other …
Gregory Hake 