This is certainly one of my favorite poems, and Gerard Manly Hopkins is quite possibly my favorite poet, though I do like to be smacked by John Donne every once in awhile. Enjoy some decent writing on this blog for a change.
To Christ our Lord
I caught this morning morning’s minion, king-
……dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dáwn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
……Of the rólling level �ndernéath him steady áir, & stríding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
…… As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl & gliding
…… Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, — the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!
Brute beauty & valour & act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
…… Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, o my chevalier!
…… No wónder of it: shéer plód makes plóugh down síllion
Shine, & blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
…… Fall, gáll themsélves, & gásh góld-vermílion.
~ The Windhover by Gerard Manly Hopkins