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 all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
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 all trades, 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.
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.
By Gerard Manley Hopkins
Hi, I've just discovered your blog. You've taken some really beautiful photographs (especially the Yorkshire Dales). I'm hoping to have chance to read back further before Bake Off. :-) x
ReplyDeleteHi Jules, thanks for your lovely comment. Hope you enjoy the old posts, we've been very quiet for a while, but there is lots else to read. Enjoy bake off! :)
DeleteHow lovely! Autumn is without doubt my favourite time of year.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favourite poets and one of his most beautiful poems. Thank you for reminding me and adding such beautiful photographs. Jane xx
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments, even with the wind and rain today, I'm still enjoying Autumn very much.
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