As we near the close of National Poetry Month, I am at a loss. I have not written a poem, though I have started a few. I have not posted as many poems as I would have liked, though I have posted some. Fortunately, I will be allowed to post poetry beyond this month, and I will be able to write poetry in the future, so I will continue to post and write.
I wanted to post something by someone that you may not have heard of, Gerard Manley Hopkins, who was a Victorian poet, and the favorite poet of my favorite professor at ORU. My professor gave this poem to us for study, and I loved it. It is rhythmic, full of alliteration, and absolutely beautiful.
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-vermillion.