We hope you have had a lovely day filled with spring and literature. In honor of World Poetry Day, here is a poem by one of Leandra’s favorite poets, Gerard Manley Hopkins. Hopkins was a British Victorian priest and poet whose works are public domain and can be found online, so check that out if you like what you see here (“Carrion Comfort” is another personal favorite). Don’t worry: there will also be an original short story by Leandra posted Sunday (that continues the poetry theme, though it is prose. Hint: brush up on your Keats!). So, without further ado, here’s Hopkins’ “The Windhover”
Gerard Manley Hopkins
To Christ our Lord
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 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-vermilion.