The Hawk
"Stood alone on a mountain top, starin' out at the Great Divide. I could go east, I could go west, it was all up to me to decide. Just then I saw a young hawk flyin' and my soul began to rise."
Bob Seger
"Only in silence the word, only in dark the light, only in dying life: bright the hawk's flight on the empty sky."
Ursula K. Le Guin
"The hawk was everything I wanted to be: solitary, self-possessed, free from grief, and numb to the hurts of human life."
Helen Macdonald
