Thursday, March 3, 2011

God's Grandeur

Basically, I just love Gerard Manley Hopkins. Take a look at this poem:

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 and 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 and with ah! bright wings. 

Isn't it beautiful? Can't you just taste the words and feel the power in this poem? 

I sure can. 

We had an in-depth discussion of this poem in my British Literature class today and I absolutely loved it. In fact, I probably loved it a little too much . . . I talked a lot in class today. 

But that's only because poetry like this makes me want to explore ideas, sing arias, and embrace the world. 

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