Saturday, August 29, 2015

August Poetry

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 áll trádes, 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, 1877