Seascape With Sun And Eagle in  General   

Freer
than most birds
an eagle flies up
over San Francisco
freer than most places
soars high up
floats and glides high up
in the still
open spaces

flown from the mountains
floated down
far over ocean
where the sunset has begun
a mirror of itself

He sails high over
turning and turning
where seaplanes might turn
where warplanes might burn

He wheels about burning
in the red sun
climbs and glides
and doubles back upon himself
now over ocean
now over land
high over pinwheels suck in sand
where a rollercoaster used to stand

soaring eagle setting sun
All that is left of our wilderness

By Lawrence Ferlinghetti

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Other poems by Lawrence Ferlinghetti:

• A Vast Confusion
• Bird With Two Right Wings
• Constantly Risking Absurdity
• Dove Sta Amore
• Number 20
• Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace
• Seascape With Sun And Eagle
• The Pennycandystore Beyond The El
• The Plough Of Time
• Wild Dreams Of A New Beginning