Always nice to repeat some of Hopkins work:
Glory be to God for dappled things,
For skies of couple-color as a brindled cow,
For rose-moles in stipple** upon trout that swim.
For rose-moles in stipple** upon trout that swim.
Fresh-firecoal chestnut falls***, finches' wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced---fold, fallow, and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
Landscape plotted and pieced---fold, fallow, and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, spare, original, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled, (who knows how?)
Whatever is fickle, freckled, (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
2 comments:
This fine poem is the Hopkins one that sticks in my mind most; I'm fond of the poetry of George Mackay Brown who also studied Hopkins.
Thanks for coming back again. I plan to have this read at my funeral someday... which, unless something unforeseen happens, will not be for many years. I wrote my master's thesis (MA in theology) on Hopkins' work. I'll need to look more into George Mackay Brown. Thanks!
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