Poems (Mansfield)/Across the Red Sky
ACROSS THE RED SKY
Across the red sky two birds flying,Flying with drooping wings.Silent and solitary their ominous flight.All day the triumphant sun with yellow bannersWarred and warred with the earth, and when she yieldedStabbed her heart, gathered her blood in a chalice,Spilling it over the evening sky.When the dark plumaged birds go flying, flying,Quiet lies the earth wrapt in her mournful shadow,Her sightless eyes turned to the red skyAnd the restlessly seeking birds.1911.