Friday, March 18, 2011

Whatever Is Fickle, Freckled

I had planned to get my review of Eat, Pray, Love up today, but I think the surprise sunshine has fried my brain. I’m antsy just sitting in front of a screen. Since it’s too beautiful to do anything other than be outside, I’ll write fast and be on my way.

I’m sharing this poem in honor of spring and my soon-to-appear summer freckles. The diction is delicious, as crisp and sweet as biting into a ripe apple. (Now that I think about it, my selection fits comfortably in the “Pray” section of this week’s theme.) This one is best read aloud, preferably outdoors. Speaking of which, I'm off to bask in the fading daylight. Enjoy!

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' 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.


  1. Love, love, love Gerard Manly Hopkins! My friends in college and I always laughed about his middle name, and my male students were always duly impressed by it!

    Check out "God's Grandeur" if you're not familiar with it; It's one of my favorites!

  2. Love the poem, love summer freckles! Mine started appearing this week after last weekend spent outdoors. Enjoy the sunshine!

  3. Thank for the recommendation, RTB! (I always get a giggle out of "Manley" too.)

    It was so great, Laurel, but it was just a tease. I absolutely can't wait for the real thing.