Friday, June 20, 2008
"The Windhover"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: sheer plod makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion.
Got this off my friend's blog. (:
Really, I marvel at poets. Their really wonderful people that can capture abstract ideals and notions and translate them into manifest paintings and imageries through their clever use of words coupled by sheer expert command in English.
So much so that everytime one revisits, the canvas is once again displayed in its splendor, each time more vivid than the next. I really hold high esteem for these abstract conceptual people that are yet able to express themselves so well!
No wonder I found the poem there. After all, birds of a feather flock together.
Couldn't really comprehend the sestet at first cause it diverged so much from the octave. But with any good poem, trustworthy sparknote will always come to the rescue! Its a lovely poem if one takes time to appreciate it. Lovely indeed!
Word of the Day; 8:42 PM
