what is the wingspan of this bird?Not sure if that one came before or after this, but I know Hopkins admired Whitman, so maybe there's some connection?
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.
Where do you start with Baudelaire, for someone with extremely basic French?
Part of me wants to get into the French stuff, but I've tried with Rimbaud and while I really like some of it it's never fully connected - maybe it's just the translations I've got that aren't that good, I dunno, or maybe it's something else that puts me off, something prejudiced maybe.
Gonna come out and say it - Spanish avant garde/modernist poetry (Lorca, Neruda, to a lesser extent Cernuda & Alberti) shits all over the French gear imo.
Willing to change my mind though if someone can recommend a good edition of something.