Madame L thanks Jeff for his comments on poetry. Madame L does not have the love for that kind of poetry that Jeff has, mainly because it was knocked out of her by various English teachers through junior high school and high school and then college.
Yet she still loves that poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins, which she is copying here without further comment:
God's Grandeur
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man's smudge |&| shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs --
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast |&| with ah! bright wings.
1 comment:
That's quite beautiful! Poetry can be so expressive in so few words.
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