Tuesday, April 21, 2009

God's Grandeur by Gerard Manly Hopkins -- one of my father's favorite poems.



Pink camellia petals on brown mulch -- Photo copyright Kyi May Kaung

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs--
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Gorgon/Gorgons--

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gorgons