Resurrection Day
The day when Christ came back to life… in this my favorite poem… “morning at the brown brink eastward springs….” There is much hope for this world.
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.
– Gerald Manley Hopkins
Eric wrote:
My friend, that is a good poem. thanx 4 posting it.
Posted on 09-Jan-10 at 11:21 pm | Permalink
Eric wrote:
YO its time 4 another post!! The world is waiting!!
Posted on 26-Jan-10 at 1:12 pm | Permalink
Miriam Iwashige wrote:
All that required info almost dissuaded me from making a comment. You obviously know most of this stuff already. (I think I’m whining.)
Wanted to let you know I share your love of Hopkins’ poem. I use it every year in the poetry section of the comp class I teach. It’s full of wonderful poetic devices. I credit my college Poetry Writing class teacher for introducing me to Hopkins.
Posted on 02-Feb-10 at 9:27 pm | Permalink