Thursday, May 14, 2009

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 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.

Gerard Manley Hopkins


Blogger Jewish Atheist said...

What, are you going through my old posts? ;-)

May 15, 2009 6:31 AM  
Blogger e-kvetcher said...

No, but I am glad I read it now. Very nicely written.

May 15, 2009 6:57 AM  

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