Culture Wars - P Is For Poetry

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!

I love this poem, and it's still the only poem I can quote - in full - from memory. I had to do it for O level English, and have never forgotten it. I wonder if it's still on the curriculum?

I love the cadence and rhythm of its opening verse, and the way it drives the reader on to completion of the whole poem.

Tomorrow, S is for Sculpture.