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Pied Beauty

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 & pieced -- fold, fallow, & plough;
And áll trades, their gear & tackle & trim.
All things counter, original, spáre, strange;
Whatever is fickle, frecklèd, (who knows how?)
With swíft, slów; sweet, sóur; adázzle, dím;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is pást change:
Práise hím.

- Gerard Manley Hopkins

Hopkins was a Jesuit, a poet and a mystic. Although I have some theological differences with him, there's something still that I love about his use of language, especially the way he wove alliteration and assonance into his work; you can tell that he loved words, loved the feel of them on his tongue as well as the images they evoked. There's a concreteness and vividness to those images, as well- like he's trying to communicate the light of God that he can see suffusing Creation. This poem is especially dear to me because he celebrates the beauty of eccentric and diverse things...

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