Raven

We saw a raven in the fork of a tree
spreading its wings: taut and dark
in the shadow of the belfry—

Even this far in the city, it is
a wild thing. It won’t come,
it won’t eat from your white hand—

Luisa A. Igloria
01 27 2013

In response to Via Negativa: Larks.

About Luisa A. Igloria

Poet Luisa A. Igloria (website) is the author of Juan Luna’s Revolver (2009 Ernest Sandeen Prize, University of Notre Dame Press), Trill & Mordent (WordTech Editions, 2005) and 8 other books. When she isn’t writing, reading, or teaching, she cooks with her family, hand-binds books, listens to tango music, and keeps her radar tuned for cool lizard sightings.
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