A Poem A Day by Romilly Wilde

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;

Close to the sun in lonely lands,

Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;

He watches from his mountain walls,

And like a thunderbolt he falls.

One of the finest poems of all times about a bird of

prey. The stillness before the action, the movement

after observation – there is power in the poem’s

brevity.

From A Poem A Day: United Kingdom, Ireland & Continental Islands