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:
I LOVE THIS POEM TOO. STOPPIT, YOU WITH THE POETRY PERFECTION.
*smug beam*
I want to commit all the poems you post to memory. And then recite them when I need to be made happier.
They are not always happy!
Also, *hugs* thank. :D
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