Tonight's poem

[marinarusalka]

You know, wit and satire and smut and clever sarcasm are all very well, but sometimes I just fall in love with a poem because the words are so damned pretty.



Pied Beauty
by Gerard Manley Hopkins

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