Listen to:
The Windhover (1:08)
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsode
The Windhover:
To Christ our Lord
I CAUGHT this morning morning's
minion, king-
dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Fal-
con, 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 ecstacy! 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.
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