Тягну в нору чужі вірші, які сподобалися

Перший - кращий, другий - мотиваційніший, обидва - про політ :)

"Hawk Roosting", Ted Hughes

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 ... )

Don McKay,
"Icarus"

isn't sorry. We do not find him
doing penance, writing out the golden mean for all
eternity, or touring its high schools to tell student bodies
not to do what he done
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