Posted by Dr. Bob on July 7, 2013, at 9:56:12
In reply to Re: Minions » 10derheart, posted by zazenducke on July 6, 2013, at 18:59:03
> Gerard Manley Hopkins (184489). Poems. 1918.
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> 12. The Windhover
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> I CAUGHT this morning mornings minion, king-
> dom of daylights 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 skates 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!
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> 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!
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> 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.Thanks, I love the image of a chevalier showing valour in the face of big winds.
Bob
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