There, in the airtraceless bluearena of circuits
And saunters, some rise with difficulty
'While others lift buoyant, tack1 of tail turned
Westwardtake wide air under their keel,
And sprint2, shoot and sail up to where, in invisible
Gyres they revolve3 tropical or northern,
Spreading their full breadth to survey the scene,
Their prey4 hidden in land folded and patched;
Others, tail-sure tuck and pe, fall in a single tear,
Against a stony5 silhouette6 of hill; others
In wind jibe7 and yaw, storm-wise, head into
Air as prows8 take the jab and flack of waves
But some are threaded by thin parachute, line of silk,
They soar only when bidden, cross a width
Of draft, but hang when the wind is becalmed
And suspended; still others come from deeper
Huesleap into air as if seeking a higher realm,
Where hidden stars crown a miraculous9
Dome10 of bluefly on their fins11, and their short
Leap is the curve of Noah's colored arc:
Still for others, flight is trammeledrooted, as fires lift
only in sparks, but are held fast to their
Flames; and sound flies blindly over distance,
But cannot renew the force of its thrust;
Sight sweeps and tempers rise; tall grasses bend and
Rumors12 mount; winds wind over, as insects
Hover13, and stars speed free under frail14 failing
Night, while fleet tongues tell their tales
And Knowledgepoor earth-bound embersails,
But fails to ignite.