Joyfully Wrecking a Poem! Watch!
Watch me wreck this poem, "The Windhover," in mere seconds:
I caught this morning morning's minion, king-Poem wrecked. So much for Gerard Manley Hopkins and his sprung rhythm . . .
dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
"Hi there!" . . .
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