A poem shared by Hanna Elliot, our librarian, for Poetry - TopicsExpress

A poem shared by Hanna Elliot, our librarian, for Poetry Month: Eagles by Raymond Carver It was a sixteen-inch ling cod that the eagle dropped near our feet at the top of Bagley Creek canyon, at the edge of the green woods. Puncture marks in the sides of the fish where the bird gripped with its talons! That and a piece torn out of the fish’s back. Like an old painting recalled, or an ancient memory coming back, that eagle flew with the fish from the Strait of Juan de Fuca up the canyon to where the woods begin, and we stood watching. It lost the fish above our heads, dropped for it, missed it, and soared on over the valley where wind beats all day. We watched it keep going until it was a speck, then gone. I picked up the fish. That miraculous ling cod. Came home from the walk and— why the hell not?—cooked it lightly in oil and ate it with boiled potatoes and peas and biscuits. Over dinner, talking about eagles and an older, fiercer order of things.