Pied Beauty
~ Gerald 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, finces’ 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, adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change.
Praise him.
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My mother sent me a book of Hopkins’s poetry two weeks ago. This was the poem from the collection she encouraged me to try first. 🙂
Beautiful illustration of one of my favorite poems. Those specks in the throats must tickle.
abetterjulie, That’s a good place to start. Next, try God’s Grandeur. Jane Gagle-Bennett, I think my foxgloves love that tickle.
Your reply made me smile with the warmth of shared words. Her third suggestion was exactly that one. She went for Heaven-Haven as second. Thanks for reinforcing the love of the well-written!