TODAY’S MUSE : The Windhover

DAILY MUSE | I love this poem, its imagery and the pure sound of it. Take some time today for yourself and speak the poem aloud. Really… you’ll see what I mean when you hear the sound of it.

THE WINDHOVER

I caught this morning morning’s minion, king-
dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn falcon, in his riding.
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
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 sweep smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!

Brute beauty and valour and 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 wonder of it: sheer plod makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion.

-Gerard Manley Hopkins

(Thanks to my friend Karen for sharing it with me.)

Click here for a general introduction to TODAY’S MUSE.

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One response to “TODAY’S MUSE : The Windhover

  1. What did you see, hear, sense when reading it?

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