By Thom Gunn
I thought I was so tough,
But gentled at your hands,
Cannot be quick enough
To fly for you and show
That when I go I go
At your commands.
Even in flight above
I am no longer free:
You seeled me with your love,
I am blind to other birds—
The habit of your words
Has hooded me.
As formerly, I wheel
I hover and I twist,
But only want the feel,
In my possessive thought,
Of catcher and of caught
Upon your wrist.
You but half civilize,
Taming me in this way.
Through having only eyes
For you I fear to lose,
I lose to keep, and choose
Tamer as prey.
Thom Gunn, "Tamer and Hawk" from Collected Poems. Copyright © 1995 by Thom Gunn. Reprinted by permission of Farrar, Straus and Giroux.
Source: Selected Poems 1950-1975 (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1979)
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