April 29: One-a-Day: Celebrating National Poetry Month

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"Buteo Hawk" photo by Mike Straaelecki

~Jane Stahl

In reading this poem aloud you can feel the rise and swoop of  the falcon's flight, its grace and its power in the rhythm of the words and phrases.  

The Windhover
  ~Gerard Manley Hopkins

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.

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