Ted Hughes - Hawk Roosting lyrics

I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed. Inaction, no falsifying dream Between my hooked head and hooked feet: Or in sleep rehearse perfect k**s and eat. The convenience of the high trees! The air's buoyancy and the sun's ray Are of advantage to me; And the earth's face upward for my inspection. My feet are locked upon the rough bark. It took the whole of Creation To produce my foot, my each feather: Now I hold Creation in my foot Or fly up, and revolve it all slowly - I k** where I please because it is all mine. There is no sophistry in my body: My manners are tearing off heads - The allotment of d**h. For the one path of my flight is direct Through the bones of the living. No arguments a**ert my right: The sun is behind me. Nothing has changed since I began. My eye has permitted no change. I am going to keep things like this.