The Kite, by Alec Vagapov High up, above the sleepy world, /
The kite flies round drawing circles /
And watching the deserted wold. /
At home the mom her sunny suckles: /...
The Kite, by Alex Miller Describing circle after circle, /
The wheeling kite looks down upon /
A dream-like, empty meadow. A mother /
Grieves in the cabin for her son: /...
The Kite, by Frances Cornford and Esther Polianowsky Salaman Over the empty fields a black kite hovers, /
And circle after circle smoothly weaves. /
In the poor hut, over her son in the cradle /
A mother g...
The Vulture, by Mark Pettus Tracing one smooth circle after another, /
A vulture circles above a sleepy meadow /
And looks down upon the desolate meadow. — /
In a tiny hut,...
Vulture, by Cecil Maurice Bowra O’er sleepy fields a vulture broods, /
In circle upon circle sweeping. /
Watching the meadow solitudes. /
A mother in her hut is weeping: /
“T...