One of the few poems I find myself really inclined towards, I just love the way this reads in my head. It’s just fun.
I caught this morning morning’s minion, king-
I think one of the reasons I’m so inclined towards this poem is because I hear a song when I read it. It has a pattern, a flow, which I can sing along to. Yes, it’s a story, but it’s one that told in a very different way. Like a pendulum swinging to and fro, so my mind jumps from word to word, knowing just what points to hit. It ebbs and flows like a wave as I read it. And that’s just the initial reason that I grew fond of this particular piece.
I also adore the imagery; the description of flight resonates with me. The escape, the freedom – it’s something I’ve often pondered. It’s also a romantic sort of poem. No, not Romantic, but the loving/longing type. The recipient of the poem must be quite special to be described in such a way. I’m not quite as eloquent as describing the sensation as Mr. Hopkins, but it seems spot on. Rare is the occasion that I allow myself to express feelings towards other people, so when I do it’s pretty major for me. Just the thought of someone close to me knowing how I feel- exposing myself so openly- unravels me a bit.
Anyway, back to the poem… I haven’t quite worked my way around the language and it’s meaning- mostly due to forgetfulness and a lack of time. Although, it does seem like it is expressing love or admiration for something or someone. I do want to know this poem pretty well, so I shall attempt to give it another go sometime.