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The broken pillar of the wing jags from the clotted shoulder,
The wing trails like a banner in defeat,
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Great poem, but the “lead gift” is a bullet, pronounced “led,” not the verb “lead.”
I, too, am crying, reading this even silently; also about his dear dog Haig...
Because of Ronbinson Jeffers, the world is a more compassionate place for the voiceless and powerless.
Possibly the best poem ever written, unquestionably in the top five.
He was kind to look after a hawk and nurse it back to health.