Man this is cool, why dont some of us bad-ass motha-poets post our favourite poems, as i intend to get stoned tonight and browse the wonderful English language, here is a good one from the human being with the greatest command of rhyme and rhythym ever born, Gerard Manley Hopkins.

The Windhover


To Christ our Lord


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 more 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

By Gerard Manley Hopkins.

EDIT: Fuck thats beautiful.