The Death of the Eagle


Then, with the glance of freedom,

too proud to seem weak,

with a surveying eye, imperiously pure,

with a posture of soul unenslaved,

waiting to the end

without grudging death,

not old, but young,

the eagle died

a friend, without protests, …’


From the poem ‘The Death of the Eagle’, by Yiannis Zisis

Cycle III: Toil of the Little One

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