06 December 2009

Windhover, for Ruthie

On one of the evenings at Arvon we read out poems and my roommate, Ruthie, wanted to find this one but couldn't. I wanted to add a photo to it but haven't. I'm posting it anyway. It is by Gerard Manley Hopkins.

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 sweeps 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: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion.

1 comment:

  1. I studied GMH for A level. He was totally lost on me then, but now I appreciate him.