Very interesting poem. How beautifully narrated the flying of birds in such adversities of nature and the poet sees the flying as glories of chance and hazards of death a great imagination. This is a marvelous poem.
Interesting, I would say. Haven't each of us - at one time or another - sat in a beautiful place - alone - devoid of other soul's, and watched a bird glide in the steep winds? I have. Many times. I can't think of a more beautiful way to express such an encounter. I think that is the magic of Mr. Sandburg - his ability to reach into the reader and find commonality - and then enhance it by transferring the mundane into great wonder.
He chose nice descriptive words:
Alone in the shadows and grandeurs and tumults, rapture of flight, eager and palpitant wings
The only thing that really, really bothers me about modern poetry is that the poets don't rhyme. That's just personal preference. I think a poem flows so much better when the lines rhyme. This poem got a 6.2 with 75 votes. With his beautiful, descriptive words if he'd have made this rhyme I think the score would be much higher! What do modern poets have against rhyming anyway? ?
That IS just your personal perference. In most languages, in most eras, poems don't rhyme. Shakespeare wrote mostly in blank verse; so did Milton; e.g. 'Paradise Lost.' Wordsworth's 'Prelude, ' also. Eliot's 'Four Quartets.' Whitman's 'Leaves of Grass.' And so much rhyming poetry is BAD poetry. (Cf. John S on Joyce Kilmer's 'Stars.') Italian and French rhyme more smoothly than English, so the English tried to imitate them, but poets often have to twist and veer, wiggle and wriggle, to get a words that rhymes at the right times. Traditional syntax and natural vocal rhythms simply take a beating. So, please, respect MY persoanal preference. And for god's sake, quite teaching our children that pomes hafta rime. They don't.