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.
~Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844 - 1889)
Hopkins is not one of my favorite poets, despite DD#2's appreciation of his imagination and style.
ReplyDeleteI did, however, read Hurrahing in Harvest mentioned by Esolen early on in the book;
and I think I got GMH's message.
I haven't read that one yet (I should look it up right now), but I posted this one because it comes up (though not by name) in the next chapter, right near the end. Have you gotten that far yet?
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