Showing posts with label poem. Hopkins. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Hopkins. Show all posts

Friday, February 11, 2011

Dappled Things

Something reminded me of this poem today - maybe the bare-tree striped sunshine after cloudy, icy days?
By Gerard Manley Hopkins...

                     Pied Beauty
   Glory be to God for dappled things-
   For skies of couple-color 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 plow;
   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; adazzle, dim;
   He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
   Praise him.

 photo from Art.com