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 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 (1877)
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beautiful poem
i love that poem!!! we had to memorize it my freshman year at gibbons...one of the good things that came out of gibbons....
@mairead628
i completely agree. the beauty of the poem transends the horror that was known as drama. actually all of those poems were really beautiful, especially the one you read, the "may is mary's month and i..."
though, i'm still not entirely sure how cummings got in there...
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