a poem that i had to analyse for advanced english, and that i quite obviously didnt write:
"The black crags chapel them; each bush
is bridesbed, and they build.
- Moss, mud, leaves, love, loose hair
and seaweed, fluff, architectonics;
mixed rubbish, and a sense of home.
- Nests.
Or else they do not build
but breed in any case; on moor,
or field, or, hanging peregrine
above the deep green levels of the sea
they home to loo'ard and a perilous landfall;
some cliff-rake; some stone tightrope.
- Birds.
As various as the race of men.
Wingfold by wingfold, with steel eyelids,
wheeling the towering storm, driving
contentions before u