In the canon
The Windhover
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1877
- Pages
- Pages 1
A poet watches a kestrel ride the morning wind, and its mastery breaks open into a blaze of praise for the Christ it suddenly stands for.
I caught this morning morning's minion, kingdom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon
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