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; 5 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: 10 Praise him.
Wednesday, April 01, 2015
Wednesday, but with words
In honor of National Poetry Month, I hope to share lots of poems in April. Below is my regular Wednesday post of photos, but for this month, I will start by painting pictures with words. Today, I offer a favorite: Pied Beauty by Gerard Manley Hopkins. And to accompany are photos from our hike a couple of weeks ago, about 3 miles from my house.
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