Sunday, April 13, 2014

national poetry month, day thirteen: gerard manley hopkins

God's Grandeur

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Hopkins, Gerard Manley. "God's Grandeur". Essential Pleasures. Pinsky, Robert, Ed. New York: W. W. Norton & Company, 2009. 368.

 
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.

Hopkins, Gerard Manley. "Pied Beauty". Essential Pleasures. Pinsky, Robert, Ed. New York: W. W. Norton & Company, 2009. 368-9.

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