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The Dalliance of the Eagles

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The Dalliance of the Eagles.1

SKIRTING the river road, (my languid forenoon walk, my rest,) Skyward, in air, a sudden muffled sound—the dalliance of the 
  eagles,
The rushing amorous contact high in space together, The clinching, interlocking claws—a living, fierce, gyrating 
  wheel,
Four beating wings—two beaks—A swirling mass, tight 
  grappling,
In tumbling, turning, clustering loops, straight downward 
  falling,
Till o'er the river pois'd, the twain yet one, a moment's lull, A motionless, still balance in the air—then parting, talons 
  loosing,
Upward again, on slow-firm pinions slanting, their separate, 
  diverse flight,
She hers, he his, pursuing.

Notes

1. Revised slightly for inclusion in "By the Roadside," Leaves of Grass (1881–82). [back]

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