Thursday, November 10, 2005

By Gerard Manley Hopkins

Glory be to God for dappled things--
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise Him.

1 Comments:

At 6:15 PM, Anonymous Amy said...

Hi Joy! I'm so excited that you started a blog -- now we can keep in touch more easily! Hehe... when I saw the name of the site, I thought of this poem -- and sure enough, there it was! YAY!

How goes the world traveling?

 

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