Thursday, 29 November 2012



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! 

Gerard Manley Hopkins
 from 'The Windhover'

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