Thursday, September 22, 2011

Poem of the Day #9

Pied Beauty
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 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; a dazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
                                                      Praise him.

4 comments:

Bahnree said...

I LOVE THIS POEM TOO. STOPPIT, YOU WITH THE POETRY PERFECTION.

Snazel said...

*smug beam*

Kemendraugh said...

I want to commit all the poems you post to memory. And then recite them when I need to be made happier.

Snazel said...

They are not always happy!

Also, *hugs* thank. :D

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