To Him Who Answers When You Knock, I Think

A Response to Hopkins’ “The Windhover”

by Katie Bergman

How longingly I wish 

To look inside the mind 

Of the poet 

How did he see a Falcon 

And think Christ? 

And I- I cannot 

Even rhyme. 

I want to be that Falcon— 

Want to be that symbol for 

Eternal Love. 

I want to be that which simply 

lives, 

and becomes. 

And I should stoop so low 

To simply desire to impress. 

For you, reader, whoever you 

May be, 

I hope you know 

I want you to 

Read this and think 

Oh how profound. 

But how hard can I be on myself— when all we know is what we see and what we see is what we feel and what we can only touch is the interior 

But do you do this for me?