1. v. To hurl oneself headlong on wimpling wing toward brute beauty, especially in the written word, as in the manner of G.M. Hopkins’ The Windhover.
2. n. The writing portfolio website of Jerry Windley-Daoust.
A poem, with a side of basil. If it’s miracles you’re after,then in the darkest days of Decemberpurchase packets of tomato seedsand hold them close, like holy cards,and recite the litany of their namesas a stay against winter’s cruel claws:Brandywine, Oxheart, Black Krim, Rosella;Honey Gold, Pink Girl, Moon Glow, Tigerella;Chianti Rose, Sunrise, Orange Jazz, Tangella….
So, if you would be a Saint,by which I mean that S-Tstands stoutly before your name;and miracles multiplylike dandelions springingwild from your incorrupt heart;and your wise eyes stare star-likefrom icons, your head haloedon silver platters of paint;and we remember your death-day with feasts, and bells ringing;if you would be, in short, thou:— then pray, do…
Maybe our touchstone now should be G. M. Hopkins, who made up his “own” set of formal constraints and then blew everyone’s footwear off from inside them. — David Foster Wallace,in The Review of Contemporary Fiction, summer 1993 I named this website Windhovering after the poem by the nineteenth century Jesuit poet, Gerard Manley Hopkins….