Sunday, October 24, 2010

Hurrahing in Harvest

I just sent this to a friend.  I love love love Gerard Manley Hopkins.  I read him to Charlotte sometimes and put his poems in Madeleine's lunch.

Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise
     Around; up above, what wind-walks!  what lovely behaviour
     Of silk-sack clouds!  has wilder, wilful-waiver
Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies?

I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes,
     Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour;
     And, eyes, heart, what looks, what lips yet gave you a
Rapturous love's greeting of realer, of rounder replies?

And the azurous hung hills are his world-wielding shoulder
     Majestic- as a stallion stalwart, very-violet-sweet!-
These things, these things were here and but the beholder
     Wanting; which two when they once meet,
The heart rears wings bold and bolder
     And hurls for him, O half hurls earth for him off under his feet.

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