Gerard Manley Hopkins (1918)
| Nothing is so beautiful as spring— When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing; The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling. What is all this juice and all this joy? A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning In Eden garden.—Have, get, before it cloy, Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning, Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy, Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning. |
2 comments:
This is a lovely post and I poem I never read before. Spring always reminds us of the eternal within. I also enjoy the poetry of Frances Thompson.
Diane
I think one of the things I like about this poem is the flow of sounds throughout - something I love to do in my own work. I just love the language.
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