Morning Duty Sonnet
Morning Duty Sonnet
What needed doing has been done. The pot is off the hob. The bread is sliced. The bed is freshly made; the floor is swept. The day’s begun. Each day has duties. There are none more pressing than the marmalade the bread requires. Who is in bed, when in the East, we see the sun break the horizon? This is how the morning speaks. There may be more that noon and evening have in store, but I am quite content for now. Do what needs doing when it’s due; those words are my advice to you. 13.xii.2017 |
Duck!
This dude took morning duties seriously!
G.M. Hopkins 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: shéer plód makes plough down sillion Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion. |
That is a lovely poem.
John |
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