Sunday, November 21, 2010

God's Grandeur

God's Grandeur by Gerard Manley Hopkins

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.

Last four lines are among my favorite lines of poetry. One of the most comfortable descriptions of God ever written.

1 comment:

Garrett said...

Ahhhh, Hopkins. I commit this one to memory a few years ago (and recommend others to do the same). I really like the way form conveys content here, the drudgery of the repetition of "have plod, have plod, have plod," the authoritative caesura after "crushed." "Nor can foot feel, being shod" makes me go barefoot.