poetry today? huzzah! here's sprung rhythm for spring.
Spring
Nothing is so beautiful as spring--
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth's sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden.--Have, get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid's child, thy choice and worthy the winning.
--Gerard Manley Hopkins
i love "thrush's eggs look little low heavens", because it's like god looking at the world, blue with white speckles of clouds.
and "all this juice" because i can taste it, spring like berries, and we better enjoy it now, 'cause fall is coming.
and the rhythm of beginning - sinning - winning. creation, man's folly, and life won through the resurrection.
you'd think a recovering catholic would give up on reading the blatant god poems, huh? i read some billy collins this week; i can bring you that next time. hee.
Nothing is so beautiful as spring--
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth's sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden.--Have, get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid's child, thy choice and worthy the winning.
--Gerard Manley Hopkins
i love "thrush's eggs look little low heavens", because it's like god looking at the world, blue with white speckles of clouds.
and "all this juice" because i can taste it, spring like berries, and we better enjoy it now, 'cause fall is coming.
and the rhythm of beginning - sinning - winning. creation, man's folly, and life won through the resurrection.
you'd think a recovering catholic would give up on reading the blatant god poems, huh? i read some billy collins this week; i can bring you that next time. hee.