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The Hawk<\/p>\n
“CALL down the hawk from the air;<\/em> -William Butler Yeats<\/p>\n On a tight schedule this afternoon I just realized I needed to get something posted now! So, I had to fall back on yesterday’s trip to North Mountain Park. When I saw this hawk all I could say is “I know you’re not a red-tailed but I don’t know what you are.” After consulting my bird book and looking at photos on line I could only conclude that he is a red-shouldered even though I couldn’t see his shoulders, the breast and tail colors all match. As for Yeats, I want so much to like him but I’m not sure I do. After the second reading I like this poem better than after the first because I realize there is some deep hidden meaning which may require a third or fourth reading and may not have too much to do with hawks.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Hawk “CALL down the hawk from the air; Let him be hooded or caged Till the yellow eye has grown mild, For larder and spit are bare, The old cook enraged, The scullion gone wild.’ “I will not be clapped in a hood, Nor a cage, nor alight upon wrist, Now I have learnt … Continue reading Day 64 – Red Shouldered Hawk<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[29,9,6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1078","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-autumn","category-birds","category-nature"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1078","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1078"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1078\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1079,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1078\/revisions\/1079"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1078"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1078"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1078"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nLet him be hooded or caged<\/em>
\nTill the yellow eye has grown mild,<\/em>
\nFor larder and spit are bare,<\/em>
\nThe old cook enraged,<\/em>
\nThe scullion gone wild.’<\/em>
\n“I will not be clapped in a hood,<\/em>
\nNor a cage, nor alight upon wrist,<\/em>
\nNow I have learnt to be proud<\/em>
\nHovering over the wood<\/em>
\nIn the broken mist<\/em>
\nOr tumbling cloud.’<\/em>
\n“What tumbling cloud did you cleave,<\/em>
\nYellow-eyed hawk of the mind,<\/em>
\nLast evening? that I, who had sat<\/em>
\nDumbfounded before a knave,<\/em>
\nShould give to my friend<\/em>
\nA pretence of wit.’<\/em><\/p>\n