Glory be to God for dappled things--
For skies of couple-color 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 plow;
And all trades, 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.
Gerard Manly Hopkins
2 comments:
I love Hopkins.
I remember Hopkins from my Norton Anthology. Unfortunately, that's the only poem of his I recognise from the top of my head. (It was in a section discussing poetry versus sentimental rhyming prose, with Hopkins being held up as the poetry.)
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