today, i wished i was a bird

I caught this morning morning's minion,
kingdom 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: shèer plòd makes plough down
sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold vermilion.

The Windhover by Gerard Manley Hopkins.


And I did too, wish I was a bird. It sounds slightly insane, I know. I sat and gazed out of my bedroom window, in a rather pensive state at the "sky blue pink" as I frequently do and actually envied the birds. My uncle died two weeks ago and he was such a free spirit though he never really got to see the world. Perhaps if I was a little more eloquent I could articulate the importance of living life the way in which you really want to but I think Browning probably says it best "How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!" Or, Galliano when he said "You only get a short life so follow your dreams, take chances, and go where the winds of fate blow you." And so it's settled, get this term out of the way and I'll be gone! aah.