Those that are huntedKnow this as their life,Their reward: to walkUnder such trees in full knowledgeOf what is in glory above them,And to feel no fear.
The Heaven of Animals (l. 29–34).
Drunk on the wind in my mouth,Wringing the handlebar for speed,Wild to be wreckage forever.James Dickey
Dust fanned in scraped puffs from the earthBetween his arms, and blood turned his face inside out,To demonstrate its supplenessOf veins, as he perfected his role.James Dickey
I saw for a blazing momentThe great grassy world from both sides,Man and beast in the round of their need.James Dickey
I have just come down from my father.Higher and higher he liesAbove me in a blue lightShed by a tinted window.James Dickey
These hunt, as they have doneBut with claws and teeth grown perfect,More deadly than they can believe.James Dickey