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-vermilion.
'The Windhover' is good, very good, yet after seeing my Kestrel, a young 10 year-old girl, Amanda, sent me this... Yesterday Swooper came to school, Swooper has baths in a pool, Swooper weighs about 8 ounces, I don't think he... bounces! Down he swoops to catch some mice, Swooper thinks they're very nice. He tears them to little bits, They might give... some kicks! I call Swooper swooper, because I think he is... SUPER!
The reading is metrically bungled from start to finish. No promotions or demotions of syllables, enjambments read directly into one another when they aren't meant to be. Nice reading voice, however. And it is a truly great poem.
In this execrable reading of one the greatest poems in the English language the reader races through the lines with no care, no delicacy, no nuance and no understanding of the words. The poem is a sonnet, divided starkly into two sections. The first is a description of the flight of a falcon unparalleled in English poetry; the second is an evocation of the dwindling of a household fire. Just what these - particularly the letter - exactly mean has been a subject for debate for more than a hundred years. I believe they are simply wonderful descriptions of the natural world as we see it - but knowing Hopkins' extreme religiosity he probably meant something much more complicated.
DUE SOUTH bought me here, the scene where BENTON FRASER recited the poem from the train station scene. Such a great tv show from the nineties. 👍💎👍🇬🇧
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-vermilion.
@A What is your interpretation of this poem? I love hearing what others imagine while reading this.
This reading is beautiful and good food for my soul.
What a great musical poem.
'The Windhover' is good, very good, yet after seeing my Kestrel, a young 10 year-old girl, Amanda, sent me this...
Yesterday Swooper came to school,
Swooper has baths in a pool,
Swooper weighs about 8 ounces,
I don't think he... bounces!
Down he swoops to catch some mice,
Swooper thinks they're very nice.
He tears them to little bits,
They might give... some kicks!
I call Swooper swooper, because
I think he is... SUPER!
Ice cold coke, coke on the back of my throat, singing hello summertime it’s the real thing
great poem!
Excellent reading. . . .
The reading is metrically bungled from start to finish. No promotions or demotions of syllables, enjambments read directly into one another when they aren't meant to be. Nice reading voice, however. And it is a truly great poem.
Iain Robb thank you for your vaunted wisdom. Only you are able to trick out the metre, right? Bravo. SMH.
I love it👌
I love it!! :)
Superbly read, great thanks, luckdial.
OMG, it's "shevaleer", not "shevaliyay"...there's a rhyme there with "here".
The Brits say it differently as they do many words.
OMG, you're wrong. :-) It's French for knight. The protector of his heart in the poem. Pronounced "Shev all yay".
@@spuriouseffect obviously it's a French word. The rhyme dictates an English pronunciation.
Yes. Thank you 🙏
who read it, may I ask?
Stephanie Madden me
@@EmperorDragon6 good lad. it works !
beautiful accent
In this execrable reading of one the greatest poems in the English language the reader races through the lines with no care, no delicacy, no nuance and no understanding of the words. The poem is a sonnet, divided starkly into two sections. The first is a description of the flight of a falcon unparalleled in English poetry; the second is an evocation of the dwindling of a household fire. Just what these - particularly the letter - exactly mean has been a subject for debate for more than a hundred years. I believe they are simply wonderful descriptions of the natural world as we see it - but knowing Hopkins' extreme religiosity he probably meant something much more complicated.
Did anyone come here because of diggs ?
The word “dauphin” exists in English and should be pronounced accordingly.