......of Sunday Strolls as mizzle has been falling, veils of fog are draped here and there, and it is a good day for Camera to stay tucked up inside the house where it is dry and warm.
I offer this poem as a substitute.
Though composed in a long ago age and in a different country, I think it well reflects my surroundings today.
Inversnaid
This darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollrock highroad roaring down,
In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam
Flutes and low to the lake falls home.
A windpuff-bonnet of fawn-froth
Turns and twindles over the broth
Of a pool so pitchblack, fell-frowning,
It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning.
Degged with dew, dappled with dew
Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through,
Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern,
And the beadbonny ash that sits over the burn.
What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
This darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollrock highroad roaring down,
In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam
Flutes and low to the lake falls home.
A windpuff-bonnet of fawn-froth
Turns and twindles over the broth
Of a pool so pitchblack, fell-frowning,
It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning.
Degged with dew, dappled with dew
Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through,
Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern,
And the beadbonny ash that sits over the burn.
What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.
Clearly, Spell Check does not appreciate the beauty and art of Gerard Manley Hopkins.
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Clearly, Spell Check does not appreciate the beauty and art of Gerard Manley Hopkins.
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4 comments:
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Beautiful words, beautiful picture!
I just put a ton of aweson pic of me and my friends on my blog!!!!!
I am very partial to a nice bit of Manley Hopkins - nice no-nonsense image laden poems, with no pretension whatsoever.
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