Thursday, November 25, 2010

A poem for Thanksgiving

Pied Beauty

Gerard Manley Hopkins

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;
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.

1 comment:

  1. What a great poem. We had a series of Bible classes at church exploring the idea of ugliness and how it relates to our spiritual journey. One of the teachers used this poem as a starting point for discussion.