Friday, November 21, 2014

Thank you for this, Gerard Manley Hopkins

Pied Beauty

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.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I like this - I'll look up more GMH poems for Thanksgiving dinner.

dbrute said...

Yeah. Love this poem.