Monday, April 23, 2007


O how I love April and May in the Southwest—and just about anywhere else!

Everything shouts God’s glory in bright colors, wind, rain, thunder, wildflowers, colts, cobalt sky. It always makes me think of the poem “Pied Beauty” by a nineteenth-century British poet, Gerard Manley Hopkins—a celebration of the wonderful variety of creation. Here it is:

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 and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough; 5

And áll trádes, 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: 10

Praise him.

*The poem and picture are from this linked Bartelby site.

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