G. M. Hopkins

“The Windhover”:

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!”

Border Line
by Langston Hughes

I used to wonder
About living and dying–
I think the difference lies
Between tears and crying.

I used to wonder
About here and there–
I think the distance
Is nowhere.